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The market souk is open in Thebes! The day is bright, the wares high quality, and those from all over the Egyptian kingdom have come to partake in the wealth of trade. Those of high birth and low both attend upon the grand souk this day and yet no-one realises the shadows and shapes on its outskirts; a party of raiders ready to ride in on horseback and steal anything they can snatch as they go... Join this event now to have your character involved when the raiders find their moment to strike!
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The market souk is open in Thebes! The day is bright, the wares high quality, and those from all over the Egyptian kingdom have come to partake in the wealth of trade. Those of high birth and low both attend upon the grand souk this day and yet no-one realises the shadows and shapes on its outskirts; a party of raiders ready to ride in on horseback and steal anything they can snatch as they go... Join this event now to have your character involved when the raiders find their moment to strike!
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The market souk is open in Thebes! The day is bright, the wares high quality, and those from all over the Egyptian kingdom have come to partake in the wealth of trade. Those of high birth and low both attend upon the grand souk this day and yet no-one realises the shadows and shapes on its outskirts; a party of raiders ready to ride in on horseback and steal anything they can snatch as they go... Join this event now to have your character involved when the raiders find their moment to strike!
After a fitful evening spent in the presence of the Pharoah in the Evening Star Palace, the remaining days the family spent in the city, Narmer spent meeting with merchants and contacts. With his main task to regain and refill the coffers of their depleting family coin, the young male often left little to chance and worked with the new steward he had hired to ensure as much was done in a day as possible. After many years leaving the Hei to languish, the guilt of allowing the memory of his brother and father to die in his hands was eating away at him.
So Narmer did as much as he could. The visit to the souk had not been unfruitful, for he has now found a new merchant willing to take the fine hippo hide produced by his province, which would do well in increasing income flow for his lands and Hei. While money flow would only begin after the first inflow of supply for the merchant, his spirits were high for the first time in a while as he bowed goodbye to the merchant and backed off to the sun. It was obvious by then as the chatter was heard, that the sales were in full swing.
Dismissing the steward for now, the Head was clad in a simple white outfit, his feet in beaded sandals as he strolled, weaving through the throngs of people patronizing the souk for the day. The wares caught his eye, but the coin in his purse was little and sparse, and not something Narmer would easily spend on, what with the limited funds he had. Even with one of his two nieces working as the Queen's handmaiden, he had little else to spare beyond what was necessary.
Food, however, was necessary, and it was only as his stomach made dying whale sounds, did the young male finally realized he had not had a bite after the goblet of camel milk he had downed before hurrying out of the family manor within the city this morning. Purchasing a slice of cake baked with dates and dried fruit within it, the taste burst on his tongue as he continued on his way through the souk, quiet but taking in the activity surrounding him.
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After a fitful evening spent in the presence of the Pharoah in the Evening Star Palace, the remaining days the family spent in the city, Narmer spent meeting with merchants and contacts. With his main task to regain and refill the coffers of their depleting family coin, the young male often left little to chance and worked with the new steward he had hired to ensure as much was done in a day as possible. After many years leaving the Hei to languish, the guilt of allowing the memory of his brother and father to die in his hands was eating away at him.
So Narmer did as much as he could. The visit to the souk had not been unfruitful, for he has now found a new merchant willing to take the fine hippo hide produced by his province, which would do well in increasing income flow for his lands and Hei. While money flow would only begin after the first inflow of supply for the merchant, his spirits were high for the first time in a while as he bowed goodbye to the merchant and backed off to the sun. It was obvious by then as the chatter was heard, that the sales were in full swing.
Dismissing the steward for now, the Head was clad in a simple white outfit, his feet in beaded sandals as he strolled, weaving through the throngs of people patronizing the souk for the day. The wares caught his eye, but the coin in his purse was little and sparse, and not something Narmer would easily spend on, what with the limited funds he had. Even with one of his two nieces working as the Queen's handmaiden, he had little else to spare beyond what was necessary.
Food, however, was necessary, and it was only as his stomach made dying whale sounds, did the young male finally realized he had not had a bite after the goblet of camel milk he had downed before hurrying out of the family manor within the city this morning. Purchasing a slice of cake baked with dates and dried fruit within it, the taste burst on his tongue as he continued on his way through the souk, quiet but taking in the activity surrounding him.
After a fitful evening spent in the presence of the Pharoah in the Evening Star Palace, the remaining days the family spent in the city, Narmer spent meeting with merchants and contacts. With his main task to regain and refill the coffers of their depleting family coin, the young male often left little to chance and worked with the new steward he had hired to ensure as much was done in a day as possible. After many years leaving the Hei to languish, the guilt of allowing the memory of his brother and father to die in his hands was eating away at him.
So Narmer did as much as he could. The visit to the souk had not been unfruitful, for he has now found a new merchant willing to take the fine hippo hide produced by his province, which would do well in increasing income flow for his lands and Hei. While money flow would only begin after the first inflow of supply for the merchant, his spirits were high for the first time in a while as he bowed goodbye to the merchant and backed off to the sun. It was obvious by then as the chatter was heard, that the sales were in full swing.
Dismissing the steward for now, the Head was clad in a simple white outfit, his feet in beaded sandals as he strolled, weaving through the throngs of people patronizing the souk for the day. The wares caught his eye, but the coin in his purse was little and sparse, and not something Narmer would easily spend on, what with the limited funds he had. Even with one of his two nieces working as the Queen's handmaiden, he had little else to spare beyond what was necessary.
Food, however, was necessary, and it was only as his stomach made dying whale sounds, did the young male finally realized he had not had a bite after the goblet of camel milk he had downed before hurrying out of the family manor within the city this morning. Purchasing a slice of cake baked with dates and dried fruit within it, the taste burst on his tongue as he continued on his way through the souk, quiet but taking in the activity surrounding him.
Travelling across the vast desert had drained Merit far more than she'd admit and the same could be said for her coin pouch. By the time she arrived in Thebes she had barely any currency to her name, just a handful of coins and not even enough to fill her palm. She was of course grateful for her safe passage, that the Gods had watched over her and had aided her thus far but deep down she couldn't help but feel a little bitter as she meandered her way through the bustling marketplace.
Merchants and vendors all vied for her attention, waving and beckoning her close in the hopes that her coins would soon line their pockets. To say that she wasn't tempted to heed their siren songs would be a lie. After all, it was true that Merit was rather materialistic when it came to jewellery and fine linen but even she knew that she didn't have any money to spare. If she spent all of her money now she'd have nothing for food or lodgings and that was quite possibly her worst case scenario.
Thebes was still a mystery to her, as were it's ways and customs. She had asked around, been giving pinches of information and directions but even then she still felt lost. There was no one she could turn to for help or guidance and as she stood amongst the hustle and bustle of the souk she couldn't help but feel as though she hadn't thought this through. For the longest while she had simply assumed that all the pieces would fall into place, that everything would be by design. And yet, she was lost both physically and spiritually. Merit supposed it was apt, that the Hidden One's plans for her would be so murky and directionless, like the primordial waters he had risen from. She would have found it funny had she not been the butt of the joke.
She huffed out a sigh as she held out her hand with the palm out, making it quite clear she wasn't interested in buying a goat. At the very least she supposed that whilst she was here she ought to find something to eat. Perhaps something sweet to lift her spirits? The day was still young, so much could happen yet so all was certainly not lost. On the move again, Merit struggled to push her way through the sea of faces. As charming as it was, her dainty figure wasn't doing her any favours.
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Travelling across the vast desert had drained Merit far more than she'd admit and the same could be said for her coin pouch. By the time she arrived in Thebes she had barely any currency to her name, just a handful of coins and not even enough to fill her palm. She was of course grateful for her safe passage, that the Gods had watched over her and had aided her thus far but deep down she couldn't help but feel a little bitter as she meandered her way through the bustling marketplace.
Merchants and vendors all vied for her attention, waving and beckoning her close in the hopes that her coins would soon line their pockets. To say that she wasn't tempted to heed their siren songs would be a lie. After all, it was true that Merit was rather materialistic when it came to jewellery and fine linen but even she knew that she didn't have any money to spare. If she spent all of her money now she'd have nothing for food or lodgings and that was quite possibly her worst case scenario.
Thebes was still a mystery to her, as were it's ways and customs. She had asked around, been giving pinches of information and directions but even then she still felt lost. There was no one she could turn to for help or guidance and as she stood amongst the hustle and bustle of the souk she couldn't help but feel as though she hadn't thought this through. For the longest while she had simply assumed that all the pieces would fall into place, that everything would be by design. And yet, she was lost both physically and spiritually. Merit supposed it was apt, that the Hidden One's plans for her would be so murky and directionless, like the primordial waters he had risen from. She would have found it funny had she not been the butt of the joke.
She huffed out a sigh as she held out her hand with the palm out, making it quite clear she wasn't interested in buying a goat. At the very least she supposed that whilst she was here she ought to find something to eat. Perhaps something sweet to lift her spirits? The day was still young, so much could happen yet so all was certainly not lost. On the move again, Merit struggled to push her way through the sea of faces. As charming as it was, her dainty figure wasn't doing her any favours.
Travelling across the vast desert had drained Merit far more than she'd admit and the same could be said for her coin pouch. By the time she arrived in Thebes she had barely any currency to her name, just a handful of coins and not even enough to fill her palm. She was of course grateful for her safe passage, that the Gods had watched over her and had aided her thus far but deep down she couldn't help but feel a little bitter as she meandered her way through the bustling marketplace.
Merchants and vendors all vied for her attention, waving and beckoning her close in the hopes that her coins would soon line their pockets. To say that she wasn't tempted to heed their siren songs would be a lie. After all, it was true that Merit was rather materialistic when it came to jewellery and fine linen but even she knew that she didn't have any money to spare. If she spent all of her money now she'd have nothing for food or lodgings and that was quite possibly her worst case scenario.
Thebes was still a mystery to her, as were it's ways and customs. She had asked around, been giving pinches of information and directions but even then she still felt lost. There was no one she could turn to for help or guidance and as she stood amongst the hustle and bustle of the souk she couldn't help but feel as though she hadn't thought this through. For the longest while she had simply assumed that all the pieces would fall into place, that everything would be by design. And yet, she was lost both physically and spiritually. Merit supposed it was apt, that the Hidden One's plans for her would be so murky and directionless, like the primordial waters he had risen from. She would have found it funny had she not been the butt of the joke.
She huffed out a sigh as she held out her hand with the palm out, making it quite clear she wasn't interested in buying a goat. At the very least she supposed that whilst she was here she ought to find something to eat. Perhaps something sweet to lift her spirits? The day was still young, so much could happen yet so all was certainly not lost. On the move again, Merit struggled to push her way through the sea of faces. As charming as it was, her dainty figure wasn't doing her any favours.
Nafretiri would not have gone out at all (even after two years and a handful of excursions the idea still made her stomach quiver in fear), but she needed some new ingredients for her potions. It was a shame, really, that she couldn't take Aneksi with her today, but she'd tried that before, and all it brought was trouble. The two-year-old loved the plants... a little too much. Touching them, then sticking her fingers in her mouth, smelling them and getting dirt up her nose (which she then had sneezed, along with more than a little snot, all over Nafretiri's ceremonial shawl), and...well, thankfully she hadn't eaten anything poisonous yet, but gods forbid! How safe was it to have a child anywhere near poisonous plants, anyway? Thankfully, Aneksi had a few doting "aunts" among Hathor's acolytes.
She was finishing her purchases at the plant and fruit sellers when she noticed, at the stall of a jewelry seller, a Hathor amulet hung on a string just the size for her daughter's little neck. Not that there weren't plenty in the temple, but those were made for priestesses, not really their children. She bought that as well, along with some extra string in case the first one broke. She did wonder how smart it was to give a two-year-old an amulet that might break, but how else was she supposed to protect her? Briefly, she touched the amulet around her own neck, which she hadn't taken off ever since Mother Henutsekhemu gave it to her.
It had protected her far better than El Shaddai, it seemed.
That being the case, though, why was she still so frightened about being anywhere outside the temple? Two years wasn't enough time, in her opinion, to heal from the hurts she had endured from the time she was kidnapped and established as a slave, but two years ought to be enough time for something to have relaxed inside her heart and mind.
On her way out of the stall, she was not surprised at the crowd of people behind her, but what did surprise her was to be coming toward a girl who looked about her own age. She smiled at her shyly but politely, thinking how pretty she was. The girl's hair was curly, but with tighter springs than Nafretiri's own, and her eyes were the color of a type of olive she'd seen in the markets. Not that Nafretiri wasn't pretty, she'd often been told so, but back home, she hadn't been the only one in Judea who had her hair and eye color combination. This girl was exotic-looking and noticeable and-
Nafretiri stopped herself right there. She didn't need to be noticed. Someone might be looking for her, for Aneksi, or for both of them.
Her height made her stand out enough.
Still, she couldn't not pay the girl a compliment. Everyone liked to think there was something nice about themselves, right?
"Hello. Your eyes are amazing. I just thought I'd tell you that. I saw a stone on a gold chain that I think now might match them back there."
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Nafretiri would not have gone out at all (even after two years and a handful of excursions the idea still made her stomach quiver in fear), but she needed some new ingredients for her potions. It was a shame, really, that she couldn't take Aneksi with her today, but she'd tried that before, and all it brought was trouble. The two-year-old loved the plants... a little too much. Touching them, then sticking her fingers in her mouth, smelling them and getting dirt up her nose (which she then had sneezed, along with more than a little snot, all over Nafretiri's ceremonial shawl), and...well, thankfully she hadn't eaten anything poisonous yet, but gods forbid! How safe was it to have a child anywhere near poisonous plants, anyway? Thankfully, Aneksi had a few doting "aunts" among Hathor's acolytes.
She was finishing her purchases at the plant and fruit sellers when she noticed, at the stall of a jewelry seller, a Hathor amulet hung on a string just the size for her daughter's little neck. Not that there weren't plenty in the temple, but those were made for priestesses, not really their children. She bought that as well, along with some extra string in case the first one broke. She did wonder how smart it was to give a two-year-old an amulet that might break, but how else was she supposed to protect her? Briefly, she touched the amulet around her own neck, which she hadn't taken off ever since Mother Henutsekhemu gave it to her.
It had protected her far better than El Shaddai, it seemed.
That being the case, though, why was she still so frightened about being anywhere outside the temple? Two years wasn't enough time, in her opinion, to heal from the hurts she had endured from the time she was kidnapped and established as a slave, but two years ought to be enough time for something to have relaxed inside her heart and mind.
On her way out of the stall, she was not surprised at the crowd of people behind her, but what did surprise her was to be coming toward a girl who looked about her own age. She smiled at her shyly but politely, thinking how pretty she was. The girl's hair was curly, but with tighter springs than Nafretiri's own, and her eyes were the color of a type of olive she'd seen in the markets. Not that Nafretiri wasn't pretty, she'd often been told so, but back home, she hadn't been the only one in Judea who had her hair and eye color combination. This girl was exotic-looking and noticeable and-
Nafretiri stopped herself right there. She didn't need to be noticed. Someone might be looking for her, for Aneksi, or for both of them.
Her height made her stand out enough.
Still, she couldn't not pay the girl a compliment. Everyone liked to think there was something nice about themselves, right?
"Hello. Your eyes are amazing. I just thought I'd tell you that. I saw a stone on a gold chain that I think now might match them back there."
Nafretiri would not have gone out at all (even after two years and a handful of excursions the idea still made her stomach quiver in fear), but she needed some new ingredients for her potions. It was a shame, really, that she couldn't take Aneksi with her today, but she'd tried that before, and all it brought was trouble. The two-year-old loved the plants... a little too much. Touching them, then sticking her fingers in her mouth, smelling them and getting dirt up her nose (which she then had sneezed, along with more than a little snot, all over Nafretiri's ceremonial shawl), and...well, thankfully she hadn't eaten anything poisonous yet, but gods forbid! How safe was it to have a child anywhere near poisonous plants, anyway? Thankfully, Aneksi had a few doting "aunts" among Hathor's acolytes.
She was finishing her purchases at the plant and fruit sellers when she noticed, at the stall of a jewelry seller, a Hathor amulet hung on a string just the size for her daughter's little neck. Not that there weren't plenty in the temple, but those were made for priestesses, not really their children. She bought that as well, along with some extra string in case the first one broke. She did wonder how smart it was to give a two-year-old an amulet that might break, but how else was she supposed to protect her? Briefly, she touched the amulet around her own neck, which she hadn't taken off ever since Mother Henutsekhemu gave it to her.
It had protected her far better than El Shaddai, it seemed.
That being the case, though, why was she still so frightened about being anywhere outside the temple? Two years wasn't enough time, in her opinion, to heal from the hurts she had endured from the time she was kidnapped and established as a slave, but two years ought to be enough time for something to have relaxed inside her heart and mind.
On her way out of the stall, she was not surprised at the crowd of people behind her, but what did surprise her was to be coming toward a girl who looked about her own age. She smiled at her shyly but politely, thinking how pretty she was. The girl's hair was curly, but with tighter springs than Nafretiri's own, and her eyes were the color of a type of olive she'd seen in the markets. Not that Nafretiri wasn't pretty, she'd often been told so, but back home, she hadn't been the only one in Judea who had her hair and eye color combination. This girl was exotic-looking and noticeable and-
Nafretiri stopped herself right there. She didn't need to be noticed. Someone might be looking for her, for Aneksi, or for both of them.
Her height made her stand out enough.
Still, she couldn't not pay the girl a compliment. Everyone liked to think there was something nice about themselves, right?
"Hello. Your eyes are amazing. I just thought I'd tell you that. I saw a stone on a gold chain that I think now might match them back there."
Merit found herself frowning as she held her coin purse a little tighter, her nails digging into the leather. Was that woman talking to her? Merit glanced over her shoulder only to realise that she was indeed being addressed, a fact that was made clear when the stranger mentioned Merit's eyes. An automatic, if not a little bland response sat on the tip of her tongue. It would have been so easy to just say thank you and be done with it, done with her but for one reason or another that didn't sit well with the Siwan. When was the last time she'd had a proper decent conversation? Connected to someone on a basic and human level? Was it all the way back in Siwa, or perhaps even longer than that. Merit was hardly lonely, the Gods provided all the company she needed- or so she'd insist- but what was the worse that could come from a bit of idle chatter? This stranger was clearly holding out an olive branch, what good would it serve for Merit to slap it aside? At the very least she could ask a question or two and take the chance to gain her bearings. And besides, the woman was right, after all what sort of woman didn't like a compliment or two.
As easy as putting on a mask, Merit smiled and followed the woman's line of sight to the market stalls behind them. Sure enough, she had passed several jewellery stands all with shimmering baubles and trinkets that Merit would have loved to call her own. But not yet, not today.
"Thank you, truly." Her words were earnest and enthused, a far cry from what would have been her knee jerk reaction.
She turned to the woman then and took in the sight of her. She didn't look like the sort of Egyptian that Merit was used to, but she supposed that was only natural. She wasn't in Siwa anymore and the sooner she let go of her small town mentality then the better. From here on out she'd be a Theban in all but name. The woman herself was pretty enough. She had a kind and honest smile, the sort that settled Merit's soul in a sweet, motherly sort of way. Like she was being welcomed home after a long and and arduous journey. The two women couldn't have been anymore different, sharp and soft, but Merit found it almost refreshing.
"I'll admit all of this is a bit overwhelming to me." She gestured to the bustling souk. Her words were bit of an exaggeration but not an outright lie. It would take far more than this to shake Merit. "But I'm glad I can find kind people wherever I go. Could you show it to me? The chain I mean."
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Merit found herself frowning as she held her coin purse a little tighter, her nails digging into the leather. Was that woman talking to her? Merit glanced over her shoulder only to realise that she was indeed being addressed, a fact that was made clear when the stranger mentioned Merit's eyes. An automatic, if not a little bland response sat on the tip of her tongue. It would have been so easy to just say thank you and be done with it, done with her but for one reason or another that didn't sit well with the Siwan. When was the last time she'd had a proper decent conversation? Connected to someone on a basic and human level? Was it all the way back in Siwa, or perhaps even longer than that. Merit was hardly lonely, the Gods provided all the company she needed- or so she'd insist- but what was the worse that could come from a bit of idle chatter? This stranger was clearly holding out an olive branch, what good would it serve for Merit to slap it aside? At the very least she could ask a question or two and take the chance to gain her bearings. And besides, the woman was right, after all what sort of woman didn't like a compliment or two.
As easy as putting on a mask, Merit smiled and followed the woman's line of sight to the market stalls behind them. Sure enough, she had passed several jewellery stands all with shimmering baubles and trinkets that Merit would have loved to call her own. But not yet, not today.
"Thank you, truly." Her words were earnest and enthused, a far cry from what would have been her knee jerk reaction.
She turned to the woman then and took in the sight of her. She didn't look like the sort of Egyptian that Merit was used to, but she supposed that was only natural. She wasn't in Siwa anymore and the sooner she let go of her small town mentality then the better. From here on out she'd be a Theban in all but name. The woman herself was pretty enough. She had a kind and honest smile, the sort that settled Merit's soul in a sweet, motherly sort of way. Like she was being welcomed home after a long and and arduous journey. The two women couldn't have been anymore different, sharp and soft, but Merit found it almost refreshing.
"I'll admit all of this is a bit overwhelming to me." She gestured to the bustling souk. Her words were bit of an exaggeration but not an outright lie. It would take far more than this to shake Merit. "But I'm glad I can find kind people wherever I go. Could you show it to me? The chain I mean."
Merit found herself frowning as she held her coin purse a little tighter, her nails digging into the leather. Was that woman talking to her? Merit glanced over her shoulder only to realise that she was indeed being addressed, a fact that was made clear when the stranger mentioned Merit's eyes. An automatic, if not a little bland response sat on the tip of her tongue. It would have been so easy to just say thank you and be done with it, done with her but for one reason or another that didn't sit well with the Siwan. When was the last time she'd had a proper decent conversation? Connected to someone on a basic and human level? Was it all the way back in Siwa, or perhaps even longer than that. Merit was hardly lonely, the Gods provided all the company she needed- or so she'd insist- but what was the worse that could come from a bit of idle chatter? This stranger was clearly holding out an olive branch, what good would it serve for Merit to slap it aside? At the very least she could ask a question or two and take the chance to gain her bearings. And besides, the woman was right, after all what sort of woman didn't like a compliment or two.
As easy as putting on a mask, Merit smiled and followed the woman's line of sight to the market stalls behind them. Sure enough, she had passed several jewellery stands all with shimmering baubles and trinkets that Merit would have loved to call her own. But not yet, not today.
"Thank you, truly." Her words were earnest and enthused, a far cry from what would have been her knee jerk reaction.
She turned to the woman then and took in the sight of her. She didn't look like the sort of Egyptian that Merit was used to, but she supposed that was only natural. She wasn't in Siwa anymore and the sooner she let go of her small town mentality then the better. From here on out she'd be a Theban in all but name. The woman herself was pretty enough. She had a kind and honest smile, the sort that settled Merit's soul in a sweet, motherly sort of way. Like she was being welcomed home after a long and and arduous journey. The two women couldn't have been anymore different, sharp and soft, but Merit found it almost refreshing.
"I'll admit all of this is a bit overwhelming to me." She gestured to the bustling souk. Her words were bit of an exaggeration but not an outright lie. It would take far more than this to shake Merit. "But I'm glad I can find kind people wherever I go. Could you show it to me? The chain I mean."
"Thank you," Nafretiri said, smiling again at being called a kind person. She tried to be, it was true, but even so, some priestesses at the temple thought she was...a little much. As if she wasn't real, somehow, or at least it seemed to her. And yet, it didn't make any sense. Didn't one have to be kind to fulfill the tenets of ma'at? In fact, wasn't that one of them, indirectly embodied in such statements as I have not denied food to the starving? She was thinking about this when the girl asked to be shown the chain Nafretiri meant.She was honestly a little surprised, given that it was so crowded there, that she was actually looking forward to showing her.
"Certainly. Will you please take one of my baskets so I can reach it?" She asked. She was relieved that the girl had responded to her compliment kindly. One could never tell how people were going to react to them, and she hadn't actually talked to anyone in a long time either.
That needed to change.
As she walked towards the stalls again, she considered what other questions to ask the girl. "How long have you been around these parts? I don't remember seeing you before."
She wanted to tell the girl her name, too, but was honestly unsure which name to give. Did her name become Nafretiri of Thebes because she now lived there in Hathor's temple, or was she still Nafretiri of Bubastis? She supposed, after a little thought, and not really knowing any better, that it would depend where she truly felt home was. And if the gods were so kind as to allow her to fall in love and marry, her name would presumably change again anyway.
"My name is Nafretiri," she decided to say. That was simplest.
When they would arrive in front of the stall, she pointed it out, an olive green Djed pendant carefully crafted from faience that did look a little stone-like in texture.
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"Thank you," Nafretiri said, smiling again at being called a kind person. She tried to be, it was true, but even so, some priestesses at the temple thought she was...a little much. As if she wasn't real, somehow, or at least it seemed to her. And yet, it didn't make any sense. Didn't one have to be kind to fulfill the tenets of ma'at? In fact, wasn't that one of them, indirectly embodied in such statements as I have not denied food to the starving? She was thinking about this when the girl asked to be shown the chain Nafretiri meant.She was honestly a little surprised, given that it was so crowded there, that she was actually looking forward to showing her.
"Certainly. Will you please take one of my baskets so I can reach it?" She asked. She was relieved that the girl had responded to her compliment kindly. One could never tell how people were going to react to them, and she hadn't actually talked to anyone in a long time either.
That needed to change.
As she walked towards the stalls again, she considered what other questions to ask the girl. "How long have you been around these parts? I don't remember seeing you before."
She wanted to tell the girl her name, too, but was honestly unsure which name to give. Did her name become Nafretiri of Thebes because she now lived there in Hathor's temple, or was she still Nafretiri of Bubastis? She supposed, after a little thought, and not really knowing any better, that it would depend where she truly felt home was. And if the gods were so kind as to allow her to fall in love and marry, her name would presumably change again anyway.
"My name is Nafretiri," she decided to say. That was simplest.
When they would arrive in front of the stall, she pointed it out, an olive green Djed pendant carefully crafted from faience that did look a little stone-like in texture.
"Thank you," Nafretiri said, smiling again at being called a kind person. She tried to be, it was true, but even so, some priestesses at the temple thought she was...a little much. As if she wasn't real, somehow, or at least it seemed to her. And yet, it didn't make any sense. Didn't one have to be kind to fulfill the tenets of ma'at? In fact, wasn't that one of them, indirectly embodied in such statements as I have not denied food to the starving? She was thinking about this when the girl asked to be shown the chain Nafretiri meant.She was honestly a little surprised, given that it was so crowded there, that she was actually looking forward to showing her.
"Certainly. Will you please take one of my baskets so I can reach it?" She asked. She was relieved that the girl had responded to her compliment kindly. One could never tell how people were going to react to them, and she hadn't actually talked to anyone in a long time either.
That needed to change.
As she walked towards the stalls again, she considered what other questions to ask the girl. "How long have you been around these parts? I don't remember seeing you before."
She wanted to tell the girl her name, too, but was honestly unsure which name to give. Did her name become Nafretiri of Thebes because she now lived there in Hathor's temple, or was she still Nafretiri of Bubastis? She supposed, after a little thought, and not really knowing any better, that it would depend where she truly felt home was. And if the gods were so kind as to allow her to fall in love and marry, her name would presumably change again anyway.
"My name is Nafretiri," she decided to say. That was simplest.
When they would arrive in front of the stall, she pointed it out, an olive green Djed pendant carefully crafted from faience that did look a little stone-like in texture.
Merit nodded and took one of the woman's baskets. It would have been easy to dash away and claim the contents as her own, mostly fruits and herbs, but Merit brushed that thought aside without hesitation. For one, she was not a petty thief and two wouldn't it be rather rude? Merit was now a woman of purpose, she liked to think that every action she took bought her closer to Amun's glory. In playing nice with this lady she would learn more about the city and as such there was no need for rash thoughts of actions. Only patience and perseverance, or so Merit told herself.
Following the woman, Merit walked a couple of steps behind her as they weaved through the market place. She would have been content to move in silence but her companion soon filled in the space between them an empty, if not polite question. Again, Merit's instinct was to brush it aside with a response that said little. Why did the woman want to know? Was it simple curiosity? But then again, weren't relationships built upon trust? Old habits died hard and Merit was tempted to walk down the same path that she always did, to hold others at arms length just for the sake of it. To be cautious was one thing but this seemed to be a different sort of beast, one Merit ought to avoid, if at all possible.
Merit cleared her throat. How much was too much and what was not enough? It was a thin line to walk and Merit found her teetering back and forth between sides.
"Merit of Siwa." She said, finally. "I haven't been here long, but it's a pleasure to meet you Nafretiri."Again, her words were true enough.
Shifting the basket so that it rested against her forearm, Merit peered down at the piece of jewellery of which Nafretiri had spoken of. The pendant itself was pretty in a simple, earthly sort of way, whilst the gold chain was decadent, like a gift from the Gods. With a wistful little sigh, Merit reached out and brushed her fingers along the spikes of the pillar. She reminded Nafretiri of eternity? Of course, she'd mentioned Merit's eyes, that the colour of them was memorable but the Siwan was eager to find a deeper meaning to this. Was it proof that she was destined for greatness? It certainly seemed like it. Had she the money she would have bought it there and then, instead Merit reluctantly pulled her hand back.
"Maybe one day." And then she turned to Nafretiri once again. "You have a good eye, perceptive."
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Merit nodded and took one of the woman's baskets. It would have been easy to dash away and claim the contents as her own, mostly fruits and herbs, but Merit brushed that thought aside without hesitation. For one, she was not a petty thief and two wouldn't it be rather rude? Merit was now a woman of purpose, she liked to think that every action she took bought her closer to Amun's glory. In playing nice with this lady she would learn more about the city and as such there was no need for rash thoughts of actions. Only patience and perseverance, or so Merit told herself.
Following the woman, Merit walked a couple of steps behind her as they weaved through the market place. She would have been content to move in silence but her companion soon filled in the space between them an empty, if not polite question. Again, Merit's instinct was to brush it aside with a response that said little. Why did the woman want to know? Was it simple curiosity? But then again, weren't relationships built upon trust? Old habits died hard and Merit was tempted to walk down the same path that she always did, to hold others at arms length just for the sake of it. To be cautious was one thing but this seemed to be a different sort of beast, one Merit ought to avoid, if at all possible.
Merit cleared her throat. How much was too much and what was not enough? It was a thin line to walk and Merit found her teetering back and forth between sides.
"Merit of Siwa." She said, finally. "I haven't been here long, but it's a pleasure to meet you Nafretiri."Again, her words were true enough.
Shifting the basket so that it rested against her forearm, Merit peered down at the piece of jewellery of which Nafretiri had spoken of. The pendant itself was pretty in a simple, earthly sort of way, whilst the gold chain was decadent, like a gift from the Gods. With a wistful little sigh, Merit reached out and brushed her fingers along the spikes of the pillar. She reminded Nafretiri of eternity? Of course, she'd mentioned Merit's eyes, that the colour of them was memorable but the Siwan was eager to find a deeper meaning to this. Was it proof that she was destined for greatness? It certainly seemed like it. Had she the money she would have bought it there and then, instead Merit reluctantly pulled her hand back.
"Maybe one day." And then she turned to Nafretiri once again. "You have a good eye, perceptive."
Merit nodded and took one of the woman's baskets. It would have been easy to dash away and claim the contents as her own, mostly fruits and herbs, but Merit brushed that thought aside without hesitation. For one, she was not a petty thief and two wouldn't it be rather rude? Merit was now a woman of purpose, she liked to think that every action she took bought her closer to Amun's glory. In playing nice with this lady she would learn more about the city and as such there was no need for rash thoughts of actions. Only patience and perseverance, or so Merit told herself.
Following the woman, Merit walked a couple of steps behind her as they weaved through the market place. She would have been content to move in silence but her companion soon filled in the space between them an empty, if not polite question. Again, Merit's instinct was to brush it aside with a response that said little. Why did the woman want to know? Was it simple curiosity? But then again, weren't relationships built upon trust? Old habits died hard and Merit was tempted to walk down the same path that she always did, to hold others at arms length just for the sake of it. To be cautious was one thing but this seemed to be a different sort of beast, one Merit ought to avoid, if at all possible.
Merit cleared her throat. How much was too much and what was not enough? It was a thin line to walk and Merit found her teetering back and forth between sides.
"Merit of Siwa." She said, finally. "I haven't been here long, but it's a pleasure to meet you Nafretiri."Again, her words were true enough.
Shifting the basket so that it rested against her forearm, Merit peered down at the piece of jewellery of which Nafretiri had spoken of. The pendant itself was pretty in a simple, earthly sort of way, whilst the gold chain was decadent, like a gift from the Gods. With a wistful little sigh, Merit reached out and brushed her fingers along the spikes of the pillar. She reminded Nafretiri of eternity? Of course, she'd mentioned Merit's eyes, that the colour of them was memorable but the Siwan was eager to find a deeper meaning to this. Was it proof that she was destined for greatness? It certainly seemed like it. Had she the money she would have bought it there and then, instead Merit reluctantly pulled her hand back.
"Maybe one day." And then she turned to Nafretiri once again. "You have a good eye, perceptive."
Nafretiri would have bought the pendant for the woman, but she seemed to sense an air of independence about her that made her reluctant to ask. " Thank you. It looked like it belonged to you." Or someone else with a destiny, she thought sadly. A destiny better than hers would likely be.
She wanted so many things in life, but even here, away from Judea, and safer for it in some aspects, finding them was proving to be harder than she'd ever imagined. She knew some of the priestesses laughed behind her back, thinking she wasn't real because of the kindness and meekness that were so much a part of her character that she couldn't imagine herself without them. Not to mention, she was a foreigner. While she had proven her devotion to Hathor at least to Mother Sekhemu, she knew there must be those who questioned that as well. Being a foreigner, even a relatively benign and honest one like her, meant that everything about her would likely be questioned at some point.
She was contemplative for a moment, and not inclined to talk, but even so, it was nice to hear other people's voices in the bustle around her and Merit, even if her own thoughts were depressing. For the first time in a long time, the air seemed alive, as if it could infuse her with energy. When she had taken up her other basket again, the sun hit her face just right and she took a deep whiff of the still-fresh plants she had bought.
"The weather is beautiful today."
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Nafretiri would have bought the pendant for the woman, but she seemed to sense an air of independence about her that made her reluctant to ask. " Thank you. It looked like it belonged to you." Or someone else with a destiny, she thought sadly. A destiny better than hers would likely be.
She wanted so many things in life, but even here, away from Judea, and safer for it in some aspects, finding them was proving to be harder than she'd ever imagined. She knew some of the priestesses laughed behind her back, thinking she wasn't real because of the kindness and meekness that were so much a part of her character that she couldn't imagine herself without them. Not to mention, she was a foreigner. While she had proven her devotion to Hathor at least to Mother Sekhemu, she knew there must be those who questioned that as well. Being a foreigner, even a relatively benign and honest one like her, meant that everything about her would likely be questioned at some point.
She was contemplative for a moment, and not inclined to talk, but even so, it was nice to hear other people's voices in the bustle around her and Merit, even if her own thoughts were depressing. For the first time in a long time, the air seemed alive, as if it could infuse her with energy. When she had taken up her other basket again, the sun hit her face just right and she took a deep whiff of the still-fresh plants she had bought.
"The weather is beautiful today."
Nafretiri would have bought the pendant for the woman, but she seemed to sense an air of independence about her that made her reluctant to ask. " Thank you. It looked like it belonged to you." Or someone else with a destiny, she thought sadly. A destiny better than hers would likely be.
She wanted so many things in life, but even here, away from Judea, and safer for it in some aspects, finding them was proving to be harder than she'd ever imagined. She knew some of the priestesses laughed behind her back, thinking she wasn't real because of the kindness and meekness that were so much a part of her character that she couldn't imagine herself without them. Not to mention, she was a foreigner. While she had proven her devotion to Hathor at least to Mother Sekhemu, she knew there must be those who questioned that as well. Being a foreigner, even a relatively benign and honest one like her, meant that everything about her would likely be questioned at some point.
She was contemplative for a moment, and not inclined to talk, but even so, it was nice to hear other people's voices in the bustle around her and Merit, even if her own thoughts were depressing. For the first time in a long time, the air seemed alive, as if it could infuse her with energy. When she had taken up her other basket again, the sun hit her face just right and she took a deep whiff of the still-fresh plants she had bought.
"The weather is beautiful today."
Merit, like many people she supposed, had always yearned for a sense of belonging. For people like her it was so easy to let life pass her by, like debris being swept downstream to the mouth of the Nile. Some were content just see where the current took them but the thought of having no control over her destination made Merit grit her teeth in frustration. She belonged in the service of Amun, her destiny had been laid out before her and yet taking the third, maybe even forth step along that path was far more difficult than it had any right to be. She found herself wondering how Nafretiri dealt with it all, how such a soft woman had the strength to forge onwards. For Merit it was only natural but what about everyone else? She cast her gaze to the Thebans that hustled and bustled around her, their voices a sonorous rumble in her ears. Was this just yet another ordinary day for them? Would they remember this moment in five years time? Probably not.
Handing the basket over, Merit gently brushed her fingers along the imprint it had made on her forearm, shallow little grooves that were already starting to fade like footprints in desert sand. Despite all of the chaos and clamour that surrounded them Merit couldn't help but feel a sense of peace. Still, there was a weight to Nafretiri's words. Had Merit been the nosy sort she would have pushed for details, wanted to know what had caused Nafreti's mood to dip, but instead she pursed her lips into a thin line and allowed the woman to keep her secrets. She didn't care too much anyway, so it wasn't a real loss. More of a courtesy that she would have expected in return.
"Isn't it?" Merit responded easily as she too looked up at the sky. It was peaceful, glorious even. With Amun's grace it would stay that way. "Say, do you know of any lodgings? I don't have a residence here quite yet..."
Which was to say Merit had no intentions of sleeping on the street like some pauper. She came from humble enough beginnings but even then she'd always had a roof over her head. Perhaps her new friend could pull a string or two? Surely it wouldn't be too much trouble and Merit would find a way to pay her back in time.
"See I'm hoping to become a priestess of Amun." She said, finally revealing a thread of truth. "I know I ought to seek them out sooner rather than later but I thought I ought to know the city first, put down some roots."
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Merit, like many people she supposed, had always yearned for a sense of belonging. For people like her it was so easy to let life pass her by, like debris being swept downstream to the mouth of the Nile. Some were content just see where the current took them but the thought of having no control over her destination made Merit grit her teeth in frustration. She belonged in the service of Amun, her destiny had been laid out before her and yet taking the third, maybe even forth step along that path was far more difficult than it had any right to be. She found herself wondering how Nafretiri dealt with it all, how such a soft woman had the strength to forge onwards. For Merit it was only natural but what about everyone else? She cast her gaze to the Thebans that hustled and bustled around her, their voices a sonorous rumble in her ears. Was this just yet another ordinary day for them? Would they remember this moment in five years time? Probably not.
Handing the basket over, Merit gently brushed her fingers along the imprint it had made on her forearm, shallow little grooves that were already starting to fade like footprints in desert sand. Despite all of the chaos and clamour that surrounded them Merit couldn't help but feel a sense of peace. Still, there was a weight to Nafretiri's words. Had Merit been the nosy sort she would have pushed for details, wanted to know what had caused Nafreti's mood to dip, but instead she pursed her lips into a thin line and allowed the woman to keep her secrets. She didn't care too much anyway, so it wasn't a real loss. More of a courtesy that she would have expected in return.
"Isn't it?" Merit responded easily as she too looked up at the sky. It was peaceful, glorious even. With Amun's grace it would stay that way. "Say, do you know of any lodgings? I don't have a residence here quite yet..."
Which was to say Merit had no intentions of sleeping on the street like some pauper. She came from humble enough beginnings but even then she'd always had a roof over her head. Perhaps her new friend could pull a string or two? Surely it wouldn't be too much trouble and Merit would find a way to pay her back in time.
"See I'm hoping to become a priestess of Amun." She said, finally revealing a thread of truth. "I know I ought to seek them out sooner rather than later but I thought I ought to know the city first, put down some roots."
Merit, like many people she supposed, had always yearned for a sense of belonging. For people like her it was so easy to let life pass her by, like debris being swept downstream to the mouth of the Nile. Some were content just see where the current took them but the thought of having no control over her destination made Merit grit her teeth in frustration. She belonged in the service of Amun, her destiny had been laid out before her and yet taking the third, maybe even forth step along that path was far more difficult than it had any right to be. She found herself wondering how Nafretiri dealt with it all, how such a soft woman had the strength to forge onwards. For Merit it was only natural but what about everyone else? She cast her gaze to the Thebans that hustled and bustled around her, their voices a sonorous rumble in her ears. Was this just yet another ordinary day for them? Would they remember this moment in five years time? Probably not.
Handing the basket over, Merit gently brushed her fingers along the imprint it had made on her forearm, shallow little grooves that were already starting to fade like footprints in desert sand. Despite all of the chaos and clamour that surrounded them Merit couldn't help but feel a sense of peace. Still, there was a weight to Nafretiri's words. Had Merit been the nosy sort she would have pushed for details, wanted to know what had caused Nafreti's mood to dip, but instead she pursed her lips into a thin line and allowed the woman to keep her secrets. She didn't care too much anyway, so it wasn't a real loss. More of a courtesy that she would have expected in return.
"Isn't it?" Merit responded easily as she too looked up at the sky. It was peaceful, glorious even. With Amun's grace it would stay that way. "Say, do you know of any lodgings? I don't have a residence here quite yet..."
Which was to say Merit had no intentions of sleeping on the street like some pauper. She came from humble enough beginnings but even then she'd always had a roof over her head. Perhaps her new friend could pull a string or two? Surely it wouldn't be too much trouble and Merit would find a way to pay her back in time.
"See I'm hoping to become a priestess of Amun." She said, finally revealing a thread of truth. "I know I ought to seek them out sooner rather than later but I thought I ought to know the city first, put down some roots."
Nafretiri continued walking with the woman/ "I'm sorry, I don't know of any lodgings, but perhaps someone else may. Living in the temple, I really don't go out more than necessary. I'm a priestess of Hathor myself. Perhaps I can help you with the rest, though. What kind of other assistance do you need? You might come across a lodging for the night if you first seek out a tavern. I do know that much."
She found the woman's ambitions to become God's Wife of Amun interesting, though she didn't know enough about it to comment much. Many things in Egypt were still new to her, and among those was what exactly the God's Wife of Amun did.
"Is she like the queen, but for religious purposes?" she asked to satisfy her curiosity. And then she thought of another way she could possibly help, if Merit would answer her question.
"Perhaps a future God's Wife of Amun would enjoy a fine vial of perfume? On the house, of course." She was thinking about when she had to go back to the temple. Bastet's followers often made perfumes, as Bastet was the goddess of perfume, but Hathor's temple often made some too, though they were usually more likely to smell good only by pure luck, as some were potions used for other things, like nausea or dysfunction of a man's member.
Nafretiri did understand the desire to put down roots, and she wished she could do more. But if she felt that she could use a little more of the gods' blessings on her life due to extenuating circumstances, perhaps a perfume offered in the goddess' name was enough. Or perhaps not. But it couldn't hurt to try.
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Nafretiri continued walking with the woman/ "I'm sorry, I don't know of any lodgings, but perhaps someone else may. Living in the temple, I really don't go out more than necessary. I'm a priestess of Hathor myself. Perhaps I can help you with the rest, though. What kind of other assistance do you need? You might come across a lodging for the night if you first seek out a tavern. I do know that much."
She found the woman's ambitions to become God's Wife of Amun interesting, though she didn't know enough about it to comment much. Many things in Egypt were still new to her, and among those was what exactly the God's Wife of Amun did.
"Is she like the queen, but for religious purposes?" she asked to satisfy her curiosity. And then she thought of another way she could possibly help, if Merit would answer her question.
"Perhaps a future God's Wife of Amun would enjoy a fine vial of perfume? On the house, of course." She was thinking about when she had to go back to the temple. Bastet's followers often made perfumes, as Bastet was the goddess of perfume, but Hathor's temple often made some too, though they were usually more likely to smell good only by pure luck, as some were potions used for other things, like nausea or dysfunction of a man's member.
Nafretiri did understand the desire to put down roots, and she wished she could do more. But if she felt that she could use a little more of the gods' blessings on her life due to extenuating circumstances, perhaps a perfume offered in the goddess' name was enough. Or perhaps not. But it couldn't hurt to try.
Nafretiri continued walking with the woman/ "I'm sorry, I don't know of any lodgings, but perhaps someone else may. Living in the temple, I really don't go out more than necessary. I'm a priestess of Hathor myself. Perhaps I can help you with the rest, though. What kind of other assistance do you need? You might come across a lodging for the night if you first seek out a tavern. I do know that much."
She found the woman's ambitions to become God's Wife of Amun interesting, though she didn't know enough about it to comment much. Many things in Egypt were still new to her, and among those was what exactly the God's Wife of Amun did.
"Is she like the queen, but for religious purposes?" she asked to satisfy her curiosity. And then she thought of another way she could possibly help, if Merit would answer her question.
"Perhaps a future God's Wife of Amun would enjoy a fine vial of perfume? On the house, of course." She was thinking about when she had to go back to the temple. Bastet's followers often made perfumes, as Bastet was the goddess of perfume, but Hathor's temple often made some too, though they were usually more likely to smell good only by pure luck, as some were potions used for other things, like nausea or dysfunction of a man's member.
Nafretiri did understand the desire to put down roots, and she wished she could do more. But if she felt that she could use a little more of the gods' blessings on her life due to extenuating circumstances, perhaps a perfume offered in the goddess' name was enough. Or perhaps not. But it couldn't hurt to try.
Try as he may to take his mind off matters as he wandered the bustling souk, Narmer inadvertantly found his conscious wandering back to work, and what else needed to be done once he returned to his family residence. Much of it involved keeping his nieces and nephew blissfully unaware of the situation their Hei was in, yet at the same time, he wondered how much of it was easily guessed. After all, he was the one who had suggested a marriage for either of his nieces - preferably to someone with great wealth and influence. Their mother, while not convinced that either twin would agree, seemed to be willing to try. Na'meeah was often too subservient to himself, a habit that Narmer has often told her to cease, for she was technically his elder. But in this matter, he hoped she would agree.
It was one of the few ways out he could see for his Hei.
His beaded sandals served him well as he navigated his way around the crowd of people in the souk whilst the sun dipped lower. The slice of fruit cake he had purchased had long since been consumed, and instead, the young Head now held a chalice filled with goat's milk to wash down his snack. Dinner would be prepared by his sister-in-law back at home, and whilst it would not be for an hour or so yet, he would eventually return to the household for a meal. No sense in wasting what has been prepared afterall, and his brother had always taught him to share meals with family when possible. After having been gone for a few days, Narmer intended to return to his family, and share a few tales with his nieces and nephew.
Greeting a few shopkeepers and merchants as he saw them, he often paused to exchange a few words to a few who flagged him down, but otherwise allowed his attention to roam the streets. He caught bits and pieces of conversation, but it was when he heard the phrase 'God's Wife' that he stilled his steps, his hazel irises searching till he found two woman in conversation just a few steps from where he had paused, one offering the other a perfume vial.
"He is the sun god, central to our life on a day to day basis." Narmer's voice was gentle as he explained, approaching the two females, but in a non-confrontational manner. Stopping at a respectable distance so it did not feel as if he meant to harm them, the man kept his posture at ease as he offered a slight, respectful tilt of his head in greeting to both ladies, before continuing. "The temple of Amun-Ra is hard to miss. Its built entirely in gold. See the glowing structure?" turning slightly, he pointed at a spot just beyond the main square of the city, where the reflection of the setting sun made the temple of the sun-god glow in its wake, and then turned to smile at the curly haired maiden.
"I am not of Thebes, but I have been here many times before. It is a large area to be sure, but I will be glad to tell you of the right way to go, if you would tell me where you ladies intend to head." The epitome of politeness and a gentleman, Narmer's upbringing showed in the way he spoke and treated the two ladies, even if they were not of the same hierarchy as he would be. Narutt had always impressed upon him that a person's status mattered not when spoken to, but only their nature, and despite being a Head, he was softer spoken then most. His friend often disagreed with his gentle nature, but unlike Osorsen, Narmer was a peaceful person at heart, and his smile was gentle as he awaited their response.
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Try as he may to take his mind off matters as he wandered the bustling souk, Narmer inadvertantly found his conscious wandering back to work, and what else needed to be done once he returned to his family residence. Much of it involved keeping his nieces and nephew blissfully unaware of the situation their Hei was in, yet at the same time, he wondered how much of it was easily guessed. After all, he was the one who had suggested a marriage for either of his nieces - preferably to someone with great wealth and influence. Their mother, while not convinced that either twin would agree, seemed to be willing to try. Na'meeah was often too subservient to himself, a habit that Narmer has often told her to cease, for she was technically his elder. But in this matter, he hoped she would agree.
It was one of the few ways out he could see for his Hei.
His beaded sandals served him well as he navigated his way around the crowd of people in the souk whilst the sun dipped lower. The slice of fruit cake he had purchased had long since been consumed, and instead, the young Head now held a chalice filled with goat's milk to wash down his snack. Dinner would be prepared by his sister-in-law back at home, and whilst it would not be for an hour or so yet, he would eventually return to the household for a meal. No sense in wasting what has been prepared afterall, and his brother had always taught him to share meals with family when possible. After having been gone for a few days, Narmer intended to return to his family, and share a few tales with his nieces and nephew.
Greeting a few shopkeepers and merchants as he saw them, he often paused to exchange a few words to a few who flagged him down, but otherwise allowed his attention to roam the streets. He caught bits and pieces of conversation, but it was when he heard the phrase 'God's Wife' that he stilled his steps, his hazel irises searching till he found two woman in conversation just a few steps from where he had paused, one offering the other a perfume vial.
"He is the sun god, central to our life on a day to day basis." Narmer's voice was gentle as he explained, approaching the two females, but in a non-confrontational manner. Stopping at a respectable distance so it did not feel as if he meant to harm them, the man kept his posture at ease as he offered a slight, respectful tilt of his head in greeting to both ladies, before continuing. "The temple of Amun-Ra is hard to miss. Its built entirely in gold. See the glowing structure?" turning slightly, he pointed at a spot just beyond the main square of the city, where the reflection of the setting sun made the temple of the sun-god glow in its wake, and then turned to smile at the curly haired maiden.
"I am not of Thebes, but I have been here many times before. It is a large area to be sure, but I will be glad to tell you of the right way to go, if you would tell me where you ladies intend to head." The epitome of politeness and a gentleman, Narmer's upbringing showed in the way he spoke and treated the two ladies, even if they were not of the same hierarchy as he would be. Narutt had always impressed upon him that a person's status mattered not when spoken to, but only their nature, and despite being a Head, he was softer spoken then most. His friend often disagreed with his gentle nature, but unlike Osorsen, Narmer was a peaceful person at heart, and his smile was gentle as he awaited their response.
Try as he may to take his mind off matters as he wandered the bustling souk, Narmer inadvertantly found his conscious wandering back to work, and what else needed to be done once he returned to his family residence. Much of it involved keeping his nieces and nephew blissfully unaware of the situation their Hei was in, yet at the same time, he wondered how much of it was easily guessed. After all, he was the one who had suggested a marriage for either of his nieces - preferably to someone with great wealth and influence. Their mother, while not convinced that either twin would agree, seemed to be willing to try. Na'meeah was often too subservient to himself, a habit that Narmer has often told her to cease, for she was technically his elder. But in this matter, he hoped she would agree.
It was one of the few ways out he could see for his Hei.
His beaded sandals served him well as he navigated his way around the crowd of people in the souk whilst the sun dipped lower. The slice of fruit cake he had purchased had long since been consumed, and instead, the young Head now held a chalice filled with goat's milk to wash down his snack. Dinner would be prepared by his sister-in-law back at home, and whilst it would not be for an hour or so yet, he would eventually return to the household for a meal. No sense in wasting what has been prepared afterall, and his brother had always taught him to share meals with family when possible. After having been gone for a few days, Narmer intended to return to his family, and share a few tales with his nieces and nephew.
Greeting a few shopkeepers and merchants as he saw them, he often paused to exchange a few words to a few who flagged him down, but otherwise allowed his attention to roam the streets. He caught bits and pieces of conversation, but it was when he heard the phrase 'God's Wife' that he stilled his steps, his hazel irises searching till he found two woman in conversation just a few steps from where he had paused, one offering the other a perfume vial.
"He is the sun god, central to our life on a day to day basis." Narmer's voice was gentle as he explained, approaching the two females, but in a non-confrontational manner. Stopping at a respectable distance so it did not feel as if he meant to harm them, the man kept his posture at ease as he offered a slight, respectful tilt of his head in greeting to both ladies, before continuing. "The temple of Amun-Ra is hard to miss. Its built entirely in gold. See the glowing structure?" turning slightly, he pointed at a spot just beyond the main square of the city, where the reflection of the setting sun made the temple of the sun-god glow in its wake, and then turned to smile at the curly haired maiden.
"I am not of Thebes, but I have been here many times before. It is a large area to be sure, but I will be glad to tell you of the right way to go, if you would tell me where you ladies intend to head." The epitome of politeness and a gentleman, Narmer's upbringing showed in the way he spoke and treated the two ladies, even if they were not of the same hierarchy as he would be. Narutt had always impressed upon him that a person's status mattered not when spoken to, but only their nature, and despite being a Head, he was softer spoken then most. His friend often disagreed with his gentle nature, but unlike Osorsen, Narmer was a peaceful person at heart, and his smile was gentle as he awaited their response.
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A shallow thundering could be heard in the distance. Whilst the stalls and pop up tents masked the horizon from most denizens and traders at the Souk, those on the very edge could see the cloud of sand rising from the earth. Its cause hidden by the dip in a dune, some shouted and yelled that a stand storm is developing in the distance. The murmur rippled through the crowd for only a moment, soon to be replaced by yells and screams as, over the nearest dip in the earth ride a small band of cloaked and masked figures.
On horseback, they stormed forwards - two to each steed. In through the crowds they rode, sending scared Egyptians yelling, shouting and running for cover.
The group of bandits - almost twenty in the number of horses - and riding as doubles, charged into the rows of stalls, sweeping the place quickly. The first rider throws out knives or knocks arrows to ward off those who try to step forward or play hero as the second of each pair slides smoothly from the back of their mounts. They shake out sacks of rough fabric and sweep the trinkets of ever stall table into their bellies.
"No-body fight!" The thieves call out as their victims cry out and hid.
Their leader rose up on his horse in a rearing display of authority. "Kill anyone who tries to stop you!" His voice calls out to his brethren as the stalls are emptied and the people scattered in all directions...
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A shallow thundering could be heard in the distance. Whilst the stalls and pop up tents masked the horizon from most denizens and traders at the Souk, those on the very edge could see the cloud of sand rising from the earth. Its cause hidden by the dip in a dune, some shouted and yelled that a stand storm is developing in the distance. The murmur rippled through the crowd for only a moment, soon to be replaced by yells and screams as, over the nearest dip in the earth ride a small band of cloaked and masked figures.
On horseback, they stormed forwards - two to each steed. In through the crowds they rode, sending scared Egyptians yelling, shouting and running for cover.
The group of bandits - almost twenty in the number of horses - and riding as doubles, charged into the rows of stalls, sweeping the place quickly. The first rider throws out knives or knocks arrows to ward off those who try to step forward or play hero as the second of each pair slides smoothly from the back of their mounts. They shake out sacks of rough fabric and sweep the trinkets of ever stall table into their bellies.
"No-body fight!" The thieves call out as their victims cry out and hid.
Their leader rose up on his horse in a rearing display of authority. "Kill anyone who tries to stop you!" His voice calls out to his brethren as the stalls are emptied and the people scattered in all directions...
Curveball Take What You Can
A shallow thundering could be heard in the distance. Whilst the stalls and pop up tents masked the horizon from most denizens and traders at the Souk, those on the very edge could see the cloud of sand rising from the earth. Its cause hidden by the dip in a dune, some shouted and yelled that a stand storm is developing in the distance. The murmur rippled through the crowd for only a moment, soon to be replaced by yells and screams as, over the nearest dip in the earth ride a small band of cloaked and masked figures.
On horseback, they stormed forwards - two to each steed. In through the crowds they rode, sending scared Egyptians yelling, shouting and running for cover.
The group of bandits - almost twenty in the number of horses - and riding as doubles, charged into the rows of stalls, sweeping the place quickly. The first rider throws out knives or knocks arrows to ward off those who try to step forward or play hero as the second of each pair slides smoothly from the back of their mounts. They shake out sacks of rough fabric and sweep the trinkets of ever stall table into their bellies.
"No-body fight!" The thieves call out as their victims cry out and hid.
Their leader rose up on his horse in a rearing display of authority. "Kill anyone who tries to stop you!" His voice calls out to his brethren as the stalls are emptied and the people scattered in all directions...
Being handmaid to the queen. It seemed like an ideal arrangement for her family but most especially herself right now given that it came with prestige but didn't immediately relate to any urgency in terms of marriage. That would be a far more permanent method in resolving the various issues her family faced.
Not that she knew much about what exactly was going on or even a lot in the way of the specifics, it was based more around the understanding of what she could no longer have. The dresses she wanted, the items she wanted to purchase even the parties that she would have planned to host. There had been a whole lot of explanations in the beginning, attempting to reason with her but now Safiya had learned to stop asking and instead worked around the limitations. It wasn't less challenging but it seemed to ease some of the lines of stress and worry that her mother wore. Safiya would do a lot for her mother to try and make sure she ended up smiling again, even if that might be more rose-tinted memory than it was anything else at this point.
It was one of the reasons she had held silent and kept her secret. Sameera in this instance, did not count, as Safiya had needed to tell someone about what was going on and how much her heart ached. Even now that she was to be the handmaid to their young queen that hadn't changed. Why should it? She could not yet find either the courage or the folly needed to bring herself to mention it thow who would make such decisions but Safiya had spend time praying to her patron goddess and she continued to hope that she might be able to have some answer or at least that sense of guidance that would help her in figuring out what she should do or at least something slightly better than her present state of being.
This sense of what if haunted her, like a vicious and eternally hungry ghost and she hated it.
That was almost enough cause for her to miss the changing pulse in the atmosphere of the souk. She had been excited to come here, needing to have the distraction as much as anything else so she didn't end up feeling like she was trapped in her own skin. At least that was what she had spent time in telling herself, all Safiya really knew was that she didn't like the way she felt right now or how restricted life had been. So, the chance to be out in the souk and buy whatever she wanted had been far too great a temptation for her to resist.
Safiya had just enough time to register the yelling without actually being able to correctly hear what had been said, not that she needed to guess as the viciousness of their being actual weapons being used and so close to her own person at that. She was not ashamed to to admit that she might have screamed - in fact, she most certainly did - attempting to if not hide than avoid being noticed by the swarming arrival of the bandits determined to take whatever they could.
Why had this seemed like such a good idea?
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Being handmaid to the queen. It seemed like an ideal arrangement for her family but most especially herself right now given that it came with prestige but didn't immediately relate to any urgency in terms of marriage. That would be a far more permanent method in resolving the various issues her family faced.
Not that she knew much about what exactly was going on or even a lot in the way of the specifics, it was based more around the understanding of what she could no longer have. The dresses she wanted, the items she wanted to purchase even the parties that she would have planned to host. There had been a whole lot of explanations in the beginning, attempting to reason with her but now Safiya had learned to stop asking and instead worked around the limitations. It wasn't less challenging but it seemed to ease some of the lines of stress and worry that her mother wore. Safiya would do a lot for her mother to try and make sure she ended up smiling again, even if that might be more rose-tinted memory than it was anything else at this point.
It was one of the reasons she had held silent and kept her secret. Sameera in this instance, did not count, as Safiya had needed to tell someone about what was going on and how much her heart ached. Even now that she was to be the handmaid to their young queen that hadn't changed. Why should it? She could not yet find either the courage or the folly needed to bring herself to mention it thow who would make such decisions but Safiya had spend time praying to her patron goddess and she continued to hope that she might be able to have some answer or at least that sense of guidance that would help her in figuring out what she should do or at least something slightly better than her present state of being.
This sense of what if haunted her, like a vicious and eternally hungry ghost and she hated it.
That was almost enough cause for her to miss the changing pulse in the atmosphere of the souk. She had been excited to come here, needing to have the distraction as much as anything else so she didn't end up feeling like she was trapped in her own skin. At least that was what she had spent time in telling herself, all Safiya really knew was that she didn't like the way she felt right now or how restricted life had been. So, the chance to be out in the souk and buy whatever she wanted had been far too great a temptation for her to resist.
Safiya had just enough time to register the yelling without actually being able to correctly hear what had been said, not that she needed to guess as the viciousness of their being actual weapons being used and so close to her own person at that. She was not ashamed to to admit that she might have screamed - in fact, she most certainly did - attempting to if not hide than avoid being noticed by the swarming arrival of the bandits determined to take whatever they could.
Why had this seemed like such a good idea?
Being handmaid to the queen. It seemed like an ideal arrangement for her family but most especially herself right now given that it came with prestige but didn't immediately relate to any urgency in terms of marriage. That would be a far more permanent method in resolving the various issues her family faced.
Not that she knew much about what exactly was going on or even a lot in the way of the specifics, it was based more around the understanding of what she could no longer have. The dresses she wanted, the items she wanted to purchase even the parties that she would have planned to host. There had been a whole lot of explanations in the beginning, attempting to reason with her but now Safiya had learned to stop asking and instead worked around the limitations. It wasn't less challenging but it seemed to ease some of the lines of stress and worry that her mother wore. Safiya would do a lot for her mother to try and make sure she ended up smiling again, even if that might be more rose-tinted memory than it was anything else at this point.
It was one of the reasons she had held silent and kept her secret. Sameera in this instance, did not count, as Safiya had needed to tell someone about what was going on and how much her heart ached. Even now that she was to be the handmaid to their young queen that hadn't changed. Why should it? She could not yet find either the courage or the folly needed to bring herself to mention it thow who would make such decisions but Safiya had spend time praying to her patron goddess and she continued to hope that she might be able to have some answer or at least that sense of guidance that would help her in figuring out what she should do or at least something slightly better than her present state of being.
This sense of what if haunted her, like a vicious and eternally hungry ghost and she hated it.
That was almost enough cause for her to miss the changing pulse in the atmosphere of the souk. She had been excited to come here, needing to have the distraction as much as anything else so she didn't end up feeling like she was trapped in her own skin. At least that was what she had spent time in telling herself, all Safiya really knew was that she didn't like the way she felt right now or how restricted life had been. So, the chance to be out in the souk and buy whatever she wanted had been far too great a temptation for her to resist.
Safiya had just enough time to register the yelling without actually being able to correctly hear what had been said, not that she needed to guess as the viciousness of their being actual weapons being used and so close to her own person at that. She was not ashamed to to admit that she might have screamed - in fact, she most certainly did - attempting to if not hide than avoid being noticed by the swarming arrival of the bandits determined to take whatever they could.
Why had this seemed like such a good idea?
Conversing as he had been with the two ladies, their words were suddenly punctuated when a shallow thundering that had seemed to begin in a distance, grew louder and louder. Narmer's words trailed off, his brows furrowing as he turned over his shoulder. Only when he finally could catch sight and make sense of the yells and shouts, did it finally sink in as to what was happening.
Damned bandits.
They had always been a problem, especially when the dip in dunes and occasional sandstorm meant that these bandits could easily hide their approach, or mask their leaving. Even in his own province, Narmer had to occasionally deal with the loss of assets when bandits struck the merchant folk in Rofah, and now that they were in the Grand Souk, it simply meant there were more valuables available for the taking.
"Move back and get your gold off your hands, ladies." Narmer hissed at the girls as the bandits approach, before they could even slid off their horses.
Ensuring the two ladies he had conversed with were well away, only then did Narmer flick up the bottom of his white linen kethoneth beneath his simlah, to pull out a small dagger he had strapped to his ankle. Having functioned as a Captain to the Rofah military group, until the death of his brother, Narmer was more at home fighting then he was in political discussions. While he was more well versed fighting with a kopesh, he did not see the need to have brought it out to the Grand Souk, where he may unnecessarily frighten people.
Yet now, maybe he should have, for he doubted the dagger could offer much protection.
Ducking beneath the tables that the merchants used to place and sell their wares, Narmer crept closer to the bandits as they watched the crowd warily, whilst pilfering what they could, even going insofar as to grab the gold accessories worn by the women cowering under their wild swinging of weapons, yanking them to toss them in their burlap sacks. Barbarians, the lot of them.
But it was a scream that had caught her attention, for it was a voice Narmer recognized.
One of his nieces.
If there was anything he had promised his brother, it was that he would take care of his brother's children, most of all his twin nieces. Narutt had loved his children more then his own life, and should any danger befall them, Narmer could not imagine the disappointment he would have to face with Narutt once it came his turn to follow Osiris to the underworld.
So his blood had run cold when he recognized the scream, and his head had snapped around, eyes wildly looking for the source of the scream until he saw the top of the curly haired head that Narmer knew belonged to one of them. Was it Sameera? Or was it Safiya? Both were quite possible, and while he's only been back the past two or so years and had yet learned to properly differentiate them, at such a distance, it made the task even more impossible.
Cursing under his breathe, Narmer darted across the crowds, trying to get to the silly female before she drew even more attention to herself - attention that one did not need, when it was of the bandit kind.
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Conversing as he had been with the two ladies, their words were suddenly punctuated when a shallow thundering that had seemed to begin in a distance, grew louder and louder. Narmer's words trailed off, his brows furrowing as he turned over his shoulder. Only when he finally could catch sight and make sense of the yells and shouts, did it finally sink in as to what was happening.
Damned bandits.
They had always been a problem, especially when the dip in dunes and occasional sandstorm meant that these bandits could easily hide their approach, or mask their leaving. Even in his own province, Narmer had to occasionally deal with the loss of assets when bandits struck the merchant folk in Rofah, and now that they were in the Grand Souk, it simply meant there were more valuables available for the taking.
"Move back and get your gold off your hands, ladies." Narmer hissed at the girls as the bandits approach, before they could even slid off their horses.
Ensuring the two ladies he had conversed with were well away, only then did Narmer flick up the bottom of his white linen kethoneth beneath his simlah, to pull out a small dagger he had strapped to his ankle. Having functioned as a Captain to the Rofah military group, until the death of his brother, Narmer was more at home fighting then he was in political discussions. While he was more well versed fighting with a kopesh, he did not see the need to have brought it out to the Grand Souk, where he may unnecessarily frighten people.
Yet now, maybe he should have, for he doubted the dagger could offer much protection.
Ducking beneath the tables that the merchants used to place and sell their wares, Narmer crept closer to the bandits as they watched the crowd warily, whilst pilfering what they could, even going insofar as to grab the gold accessories worn by the women cowering under their wild swinging of weapons, yanking them to toss them in their burlap sacks. Barbarians, the lot of them.
But it was a scream that had caught her attention, for it was a voice Narmer recognized.
One of his nieces.
If there was anything he had promised his brother, it was that he would take care of his brother's children, most of all his twin nieces. Narutt had loved his children more then his own life, and should any danger befall them, Narmer could not imagine the disappointment he would have to face with Narutt once it came his turn to follow Osiris to the underworld.
So his blood had run cold when he recognized the scream, and his head had snapped around, eyes wildly looking for the source of the scream until he saw the top of the curly haired head that Narmer knew belonged to one of them. Was it Sameera? Or was it Safiya? Both were quite possible, and while he's only been back the past two or so years and had yet learned to properly differentiate them, at such a distance, it made the task even more impossible.
Cursing under his breathe, Narmer darted across the crowds, trying to get to the silly female before she drew even more attention to herself - attention that one did not need, when it was of the bandit kind.
Conversing as he had been with the two ladies, their words were suddenly punctuated when a shallow thundering that had seemed to begin in a distance, grew louder and louder. Narmer's words trailed off, his brows furrowing as he turned over his shoulder. Only when he finally could catch sight and make sense of the yells and shouts, did it finally sink in as to what was happening.
Damned bandits.
They had always been a problem, especially when the dip in dunes and occasional sandstorm meant that these bandits could easily hide their approach, or mask their leaving. Even in his own province, Narmer had to occasionally deal with the loss of assets when bandits struck the merchant folk in Rofah, and now that they were in the Grand Souk, it simply meant there were more valuables available for the taking.
"Move back and get your gold off your hands, ladies." Narmer hissed at the girls as the bandits approach, before they could even slid off their horses.
Ensuring the two ladies he had conversed with were well away, only then did Narmer flick up the bottom of his white linen kethoneth beneath his simlah, to pull out a small dagger he had strapped to his ankle. Having functioned as a Captain to the Rofah military group, until the death of his brother, Narmer was more at home fighting then he was in political discussions. While he was more well versed fighting with a kopesh, he did not see the need to have brought it out to the Grand Souk, where he may unnecessarily frighten people.
Yet now, maybe he should have, for he doubted the dagger could offer much protection.
Ducking beneath the tables that the merchants used to place and sell their wares, Narmer crept closer to the bandits as they watched the crowd warily, whilst pilfering what they could, even going insofar as to grab the gold accessories worn by the women cowering under their wild swinging of weapons, yanking them to toss them in their burlap sacks. Barbarians, the lot of them.
But it was a scream that had caught her attention, for it was a voice Narmer recognized.
One of his nieces.
If there was anything he had promised his brother, it was that he would take care of his brother's children, most of all his twin nieces. Narutt had loved his children more then his own life, and should any danger befall them, Narmer could not imagine the disappointment he would have to face with Narutt once it came his turn to follow Osiris to the underworld.
So his blood had run cold when he recognized the scream, and his head had snapped around, eyes wildly looking for the source of the scream until he saw the top of the curly haired head that Narmer knew belonged to one of them. Was it Sameera? Or was it Safiya? Both were quite possible, and while he's only been back the past two or so years and had yet learned to properly differentiate them, at such a distance, it made the task even more impossible.
Cursing under his breathe, Narmer darted across the crowds, trying to get to the silly female before she drew even more attention to herself - attention that one did not need, when it was of the bandit kind.
Safiya would like to imagine that she could be fearless or at least capable of something more impressive than ending up screaming at the top of her lungs. In all of her books, none of the heroines did anything like that but then they also knew exactly what they should do no matter the situation but then as she was swiftly realizing the danger and risk that appeared in books didn't usually come up out of the pages and threaten you with actual bodily harm and even death. That definitely made it easier. Saifya wasn't sure that it was really fair for her to have those kinds of thoughts but her mind was racing nearly as fast as her heart seemed to be right now.
Was she going to die?
There was a lot of things that she wanted to do. She hadn't even told him how she felt, the words failing her each time, caught in her throat or lost in the moment as she struggled to figure out what or how to even make it clearly what she was trying to say. It was a stupid thought, nearly as bad as the ones in relation to her fixation on her books; why had none of them mentioned anything like that, why weren't they able to understand that she needed to be able to have that chance or at least some direction on what she should do right now. Safiya was terrified and anxious, not to mention truly worried about the next minutes; one of the bandits seemed to be coming in her direction and Safiya started to stumble backwards in order to try and regain some distance.
She wasn't looking and that would definitely be the reason she listed for falling. If she had the chance. Safiya knew the souk - like many others - often had stones and items on the ground that sometimes ended up on there but she had only the time to remember that detail before the back of her left leg thudded against something and forced her down to the ground before she could figure out how to correct her balance and avoid that happening.
This time instead of screaming, all that escaped her lips was a grunt and brief moan in response to the accident, before the adrenalin kicked in again and Safiya tried to figure out where the bandit had gone. She barely had time to realise that her uncle was running past, she barely had the time to do much except fall down and only how familiar she was with him and each nuance of his appearance meant that she sure it was either him or someone very like him.
"Uncle?" she began, fairly sure that at this point she might well have ended up banging her head and was possibility having some kind of vision as a result of that being the case.
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Safiya would like to imagine that she could be fearless or at least capable of something more impressive than ending up screaming at the top of her lungs. In all of her books, none of the heroines did anything like that but then they also knew exactly what they should do no matter the situation but then as she was swiftly realizing the danger and risk that appeared in books didn't usually come up out of the pages and threaten you with actual bodily harm and even death. That definitely made it easier. Saifya wasn't sure that it was really fair for her to have those kinds of thoughts but her mind was racing nearly as fast as her heart seemed to be right now.
Was she going to die?
There was a lot of things that she wanted to do. She hadn't even told him how she felt, the words failing her each time, caught in her throat or lost in the moment as she struggled to figure out what or how to even make it clearly what she was trying to say. It was a stupid thought, nearly as bad as the ones in relation to her fixation on her books; why had none of them mentioned anything like that, why weren't they able to understand that she needed to be able to have that chance or at least some direction on what she should do right now. Safiya was terrified and anxious, not to mention truly worried about the next minutes; one of the bandits seemed to be coming in her direction and Safiya started to stumble backwards in order to try and regain some distance.
She wasn't looking and that would definitely be the reason she listed for falling. If she had the chance. Safiya knew the souk - like many others - often had stones and items on the ground that sometimes ended up on there but she had only the time to remember that detail before the back of her left leg thudded against something and forced her down to the ground before she could figure out how to correct her balance and avoid that happening.
This time instead of screaming, all that escaped her lips was a grunt and brief moan in response to the accident, before the adrenalin kicked in again and Safiya tried to figure out where the bandit had gone. She barely had time to realise that her uncle was running past, she barely had the time to do much except fall down and only how familiar she was with him and each nuance of his appearance meant that she sure it was either him or someone very like him.
"Uncle?" she began, fairly sure that at this point she might well have ended up banging her head and was possibility having some kind of vision as a result of that being the case.
Safiya would like to imagine that she could be fearless or at least capable of something more impressive than ending up screaming at the top of her lungs. In all of her books, none of the heroines did anything like that but then they also knew exactly what they should do no matter the situation but then as she was swiftly realizing the danger and risk that appeared in books didn't usually come up out of the pages and threaten you with actual bodily harm and even death. That definitely made it easier. Saifya wasn't sure that it was really fair for her to have those kinds of thoughts but her mind was racing nearly as fast as her heart seemed to be right now.
Was she going to die?
There was a lot of things that she wanted to do. She hadn't even told him how she felt, the words failing her each time, caught in her throat or lost in the moment as she struggled to figure out what or how to even make it clearly what she was trying to say. It was a stupid thought, nearly as bad as the ones in relation to her fixation on her books; why had none of them mentioned anything like that, why weren't they able to understand that she needed to be able to have that chance or at least some direction on what she should do right now. Safiya was terrified and anxious, not to mention truly worried about the next minutes; one of the bandits seemed to be coming in her direction and Safiya started to stumble backwards in order to try and regain some distance.
She wasn't looking and that would definitely be the reason she listed for falling. If she had the chance. Safiya knew the souk - like many others - often had stones and items on the ground that sometimes ended up on there but she had only the time to remember that detail before the back of her left leg thudded against something and forced her down to the ground before she could figure out how to correct her balance and avoid that happening.
This time instead of screaming, all that escaped her lips was a grunt and brief moan in response to the accident, before the adrenalin kicked in again and Safiya tried to figure out where the bandit had gone. She barely had time to realise that her uncle was running past, she barely had the time to do much except fall down and only how familiar she was with him and each nuance of his appearance meant that she sure it was either him or someone very like him.
"Uncle?" she began, fairly sure that at this point she might well have ended up banging her head and was possibility having some kind of vision as a result of that being the case.