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Carefully pulling a piece of succulent roasted lamb from the skewer she held, Imma turned toward the voice. The shopkeeper stood behind a table stacked with bolts of colorful cloth, his hands on his hips and a look of disapproval on his face. His assistant, a young and handsome man, looked up at her. His eyes widened in admiration and he nearly dropped the bolts he was carrying. At least he thinks I’m beautiful, she thought.
The shopkeeper apparently didn’t care that her fine clothing and sparkling jewelry signified that she was a member of a fabulously wealthy family. “I would never think of ruining your lovely cloth with my greasy hands.” She smiled disarmingly. “Perhaps your assistant can run the fabrics I’m interested in over my arm so that I can feel how soft and silky they are.”
The young man practically drooled in anticipation and he dropped the bolts he was carrying on a table when his employer nodded to him. Imma watched, a pretty smirk turning up her full lips. She picked out the fabrics that appealed to her and the assistant dutifully brushed her arms with the silky cloth while she continued to munch on her snack. She engaged both men in conversation and by the time she had chosen the fabric she wished to buy, she had them wrapped around her little finger and she was given a very generous discount.
Traipsing over to where her chaperone and guard were waiting, she grinned to herself as she handed her parcel to the older woman. It had been a couple of weeks since she had spoken to Uncle Fotios. She was paying more attention to her history lessons, and was learning a lot about human nature from them. Imma practiced charming and manipulating people ... both men and women … at the Agoria and was becoming quite adept at it. In a few months, she should be ready to debut her growing skills at court. People would see her as a fascinating and delightful young lady with exceptional potential rather than the least remarkable member of the Leventi family. Maybe she would even outshine her sisters. A girl could always dream.
After about an hour, she was hungry again and went to her favorite food stall to order a seafood pastry. As soon as she had taken it from the vendor, she noticed a ragged little mutt a short distance away, looking up at her with imploring brown eyes. Was he hungry? Imma supposed she could share. Bending down, she pulled off a piece of the pastry and held it out to him. Warily, he stepped closer and then backed away. “I won’t hurt you, little one,” the young blonde crooned, moving toward him. The little dog turned around and began to limp away. He was hurt! She couldn’t just leave him.
Imma followed him, speaking softly, paying little attention where she was going. The sounds of the Agora began to fade behind her. I’ll take him home, she decided. She didn’t know how to mend a dog’s leg but one of the stablehands might. Maybe her parents would let her keep him. He would probably be white and fluffy once he was cleaned up. She had always wanted a dog.
He turned a corner and she dashed after him. Now where was he? He seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth. Biting into her pastry, she looked around. The dog had led her into an alley. With no sense of direction, she would never be able to find her way back to the Agora, but her guard would be able to take her there. Her heart pounded in her chest. Neither her guard nor her chaperone was with her. They must have become separated. They were probably searching for her. Whatever should she do now?
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‘No touching the fabrics while you’re eating.’
Carefully pulling a piece of succulent roasted lamb from the skewer she held, Imma turned toward the voice. The shopkeeper stood behind a table stacked with bolts of colorful cloth, his hands on his hips and a look of disapproval on his face. His assistant, a young and handsome man, looked up at her. His eyes widened in admiration and he nearly dropped the bolts he was carrying. At least he thinks I’m beautiful, she thought.
The shopkeeper apparently didn’t care that her fine clothing and sparkling jewelry signified that she was a member of a fabulously wealthy family. “I would never think of ruining your lovely cloth with my greasy hands.” She smiled disarmingly. “Perhaps your assistant can run the fabrics I’m interested in over my arm so that I can feel how soft and silky they are.”
The young man practically drooled in anticipation and he dropped the bolts he was carrying on a table when his employer nodded to him. Imma watched, a pretty smirk turning up her full lips. She picked out the fabrics that appealed to her and the assistant dutifully brushed her arms with the silky cloth while she continued to munch on her snack. She engaged both men in conversation and by the time she had chosen the fabric she wished to buy, she had them wrapped around her little finger and she was given a very generous discount.
Traipsing over to where her chaperone and guard were waiting, she grinned to herself as she handed her parcel to the older woman. It had been a couple of weeks since she had spoken to Uncle Fotios. She was paying more attention to her history lessons, and was learning a lot about human nature from them. Imma practiced charming and manipulating people ... both men and women … at the Agoria and was becoming quite adept at it. In a few months, she should be ready to debut her growing skills at court. People would see her as a fascinating and delightful young lady with exceptional potential rather than the least remarkable member of the Leventi family. Maybe she would even outshine her sisters. A girl could always dream.
After about an hour, she was hungry again and went to her favorite food stall to order a seafood pastry. As soon as she had taken it from the vendor, she noticed a ragged little mutt a short distance away, looking up at her with imploring brown eyes. Was he hungry? Imma supposed she could share. Bending down, she pulled off a piece of the pastry and held it out to him. Warily, he stepped closer and then backed away. “I won’t hurt you, little one,” the young blonde crooned, moving toward him. The little dog turned around and began to limp away. He was hurt! She couldn’t just leave him.
Imma followed him, speaking softly, paying little attention where she was going. The sounds of the Agora began to fade behind her. I’ll take him home, she decided. She didn’t know how to mend a dog’s leg but one of the stablehands might. Maybe her parents would let her keep him. He would probably be white and fluffy once he was cleaned up. She had always wanted a dog.
He turned a corner and she dashed after him. Now where was he? He seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth. Biting into her pastry, she looked around. The dog had led her into an alley. With no sense of direction, she would never be able to find her way back to the Agora, but her guard would be able to take her there. Her heart pounded in her chest. Neither her guard nor her chaperone was with her. They must have become separated. They were probably searching for her. Whatever should she do now?
‘No touching the fabrics while you’re eating.’
Carefully pulling a piece of succulent roasted lamb from the skewer she held, Imma turned toward the voice. The shopkeeper stood behind a table stacked with bolts of colorful cloth, his hands on his hips and a look of disapproval on his face. His assistant, a young and handsome man, looked up at her. His eyes widened in admiration and he nearly dropped the bolts he was carrying. At least he thinks I’m beautiful, she thought.
The shopkeeper apparently didn’t care that her fine clothing and sparkling jewelry signified that she was a member of a fabulously wealthy family. “I would never think of ruining your lovely cloth with my greasy hands.” She smiled disarmingly. “Perhaps your assistant can run the fabrics I’m interested in over my arm so that I can feel how soft and silky they are.”
The young man practically drooled in anticipation and he dropped the bolts he was carrying on a table when his employer nodded to him. Imma watched, a pretty smirk turning up her full lips. She picked out the fabrics that appealed to her and the assistant dutifully brushed her arms with the silky cloth while she continued to munch on her snack. She engaged both men in conversation and by the time she had chosen the fabric she wished to buy, she had them wrapped around her little finger and she was given a very generous discount.
Traipsing over to where her chaperone and guard were waiting, she grinned to herself as she handed her parcel to the older woman. It had been a couple of weeks since she had spoken to Uncle Fotios. She was paying more attention to her history lessons, and was learning a lot about human nature from them. Imma practiced charming and manipulating people ... both men and women … at the Agoria and was becoming quite adept at it. In a few months, she should be ready to debut her growing skills at court. People would see her as a fascinating and delightful young lady with exceptional potential rather than the least remarkable member of the Leventi family. Maybe she would even outshine her sisters. A girl could always dream.
After about an hour, she was hungry again and went to her favorite food stall to order a seafood pastry. As soon as she had taken it from the vendor, she noticed a ragged little mutt a short distance away, looking up at her with imploring brown eyes. Was he hungry? Imma supposed she could share. Bending down, she pulled off a piece of the pastry and held it out to him. Warily, he stepped closer and then backed away. “I won’t hurt you, little one,” the young blonde crooned, moving toward him. The little dog turned around and began to limp away. He was hurt! She couldn’t just leave him.
Imma followed him, speaking softly, paying little attention where she was going. The sounds of the Agora began to fade behind her. I’ll take him home, she decided. She didn’t know how to mend a dog’s leg but one of the stablehands might. Maybe her parents would let her keep him. He would probably be white and fluffy once he was cleaned up. She had always wanted a dog.
He turned a corner and she dashed after him. Now where was he? He seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth. Biting into her pastry, she looked around. The dog had led her into an alley. With no sense of direction, she would never be able to find her way back to the Agora, but her guard would be able to take her there. Her heart pounded in her chest. Neither her guard nor her chaperone was with her. They must have become separated. They were probably searching for her. Whatever should she do now?
You don’t steal from a thief. That was rule number one. Especially when that thief was Akila. That’s how you end up with your hand cut off… or at the bottom of the ocean. It continued to boggle her mind that despite her years of captaining there were still those that wished to cheat her, short her, or otherwise take from her. She’s killed for less, why push her even further.
At this current moment her first mate, Khalid, had a man against the wall. His overly muscled arm was across the man’s neck, constricting his breath. “I’ll repeat,” Akila said calmly. “Where’s my money?”
No money, no sale. What Akila hated was wasted time. She did not go out of her way, steal from a Colchis merchant ship, all so this Taengean man could refuse to pay her. Yes, there was money down. Clearly he didn’t much care for the diamonds on that ship as much as he cared for his competitors not having them. And sure, it wasn’t a loss. These diamonds would sell for a fortune elsewhere. But what Akila could not get back was her time.
Fuck this man.
“Khalid, you know what to do,” Akila said simply. With a gruff nod, he dragged the man further down the alley and out of sight. Any longer and Akila’s patience would run out. That was never a good sign.
Suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere a dog came bolting by. Akila wheeled out of her way and as she did the bag holding the diamonds snagged on the jagged stone of the alley wall. The sparkling jewels spilled out, falling to the ground. “For fucks sake!” Akila growled as she bent down trying to pick up the mess. Another annoyance for an easily bothered girl.
And how pathetic did Akila look, crawling on her hands and knees like the dog who just ran by to search for each of the valuable gems, big or small? She didn’t much care about getting herself dirty, it wasn’t like her line of work was clean to begin with, but it did little to help her overly foul mood. She was reminded of her days as a bed warmer, crawling around pathetically doing exactly what her captain wished, just so she could remain on the ship. It was disgusting. And this…? This was too.
She reached behind a stack of chopped wood the neighboring establishment kept for storage, saving what looked to Akila to be the most valuable of her recent acquirement. It glittered and shined no matter which way you turned it, drawing the sun’s rays to it. The cut was incredible, a steady hand shaping it to a thing of beauty. And while it was small enough to be made into jewelry, it was large enough that the diamond on its own would be quite the statement.
Akila suddenly heard footsteps drawing near. Her eyes looked sharply up, expecting a little urchin or thief sniffing the diamonds like sharks did to blood. Instead she saw a blond girl, young and soft with clothes that practically oozed money. She was the type Akila would kidnap and hold ransom, or befriend to milk her dry. What the fuck was she doing here?
“Are you lost?” Akila asked with a raised brow. She stood up, careful with her ripped bag and diamonds that still threatened to fall once again.
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You don’t steal from a thief. That was rule number one. Especially when that thief was Akila. That’s how you end up with your hand cut off… or at the bottom of the ocean. It continued to boggle her mind that despite her years of captaining there were still those that wished to cheat her, short her, or otherwise take from her. She’s killed for less, why push her even further.
At this current moment her first mate, Khalid, had a man against the wall. His overly muscled arm was across the man’s neck, constricting his breath. “I’ll repeat,” Akila said calmly. “Where’s my money?”
No money, no sale. What Akila hated was wasted time. She did not go out of her way, steal from a Colchis merchant ship, all so this Taengean man could refuse to pay her. Yes, there was money down. Clearly he didn’t much care for the diamonds on that ship as much as he cared for his competitors not having them. And sure, it wasn’t a loss. These diamonds would sell for a fortune elsewhere. But what Akila could not get back was her time.
Fuck this man.
“Khalid, you know what to do,” Akila said simply. With a gruff nod, he dragged the man further down the alley and out of sight. Any longer and Akila’s patience would run out. That was never a good sign.
Suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere a dog came bolting by. Akila wheeled out of her way and as she did the bag holding the diamonds snagged on the jagged stone of the alley wall. The sparkling jewels spilled out, falling to the ground. “For fucks sake!” Akila growled as she bent down trying to pick up the mess. Another annoyance for an easily bothered girl.
And how pathetic did Akila look, crawling on her hands and knees like the dog who just ran by to search for each of the valuable gems, big or small? She didn’t much care about getting herself dirty, it wasn’t like her line of work was clean to begin with, but it did little to help her overly foul mood. She was reminded of her days as a bed warmer, crawling around pathetically doing exactly what her captain wished, just so she could remain on the ship. It was disgusting. And this…? This was too.
She reached behind a stack of chopped wood the neighboring establishment kept for storage, saving what looked to Akila to be the most valuable of her recent acquirement. It glittered and shined no matter which way you turned it, drawing the sun’s rays to it. The cut was incredible, a steady hand shaping it to a thing of beauty. And while it was small enough to be made into jewelry, it was large enough that the diamond on its own would be quite the statement.
Akila suddenly heard footsteps drawing near. Her eyes looked sharply up, expecting a little urchin or thief sniffing the diamonds like sharks did to blood. Instead she saw a blond girl, young and soft with clothes that practically oozed money. She was the type Akila would kidnap and hold ransom, or befriend to milk her dry. What the fuck was she doing here?
“Are you lost?” Akila asked with a raised brow. She stood up, careful with her ripped bag and diamonds that still threatened to fall once again.
You don’t steal from a thief. That was rule number one. Especially when that thief was Akila. That’s how you end up with your hand cut off… or at the bottom of the ocean. It continued to boggle her mind that despite her years of captaining there were still those that wished to cheat her, short her, or otherwise take from her. She’s killed for less, why push her even further.
At this current moment her first mate, Khalid, had a man against the wall. His overly muscled arm was across the man’s neck, constricting his breath. “I’ll repeat,” Akila said calmly. “Where’s my money?”
No money, no sale. What Akila hated was wasted time. She did not go out of her way, steal from a Colchis merchant ship, all so this Taengean man could refuse to pay her. Yes, there was money down. Clearly he didn’t much care for the diamonds on that ship as much as he cared for his competitors not having them. And sure, it wasn’t a loss. These diamonds would sell for a fortune elsewhere. But what Akila could not get back was her time.
Fuck this man.
“Khalid, you know what to do,” Akila said simply. With a gruff nod, he dragged the man further down the alley and out of sight. Any longer and Akila’s patience would run out. That was never a good sign.
Suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere a dog came bolting by. Akila wheeled out of her way and as she did the bag holding the diamonds snagged on the jagged stone of the alley wall. The sparkling jewels spilled out, falling to the ground. “For fucks sake!” Akila growled as she bent down trying to pick up the mess. Another annoyance for an easily bothered girl.
And how pathetic did Akila look, crawling on her hands and knees like the dog who just ran by to search for each of the valuable gems, big or small? She didn’t much care about getting herself dirty, it wasn’t like her line of work was clean to begin with, but it did little to help her overly foul mood. She was reminded of her days as a bed warmer, crawling around pathetically doing exactly what her captain wished, just so she could remain on the ship. It was disgusting. And this…? This was too.
She reached behind a stack of chopped wood the neighboring establishment kept for storage, saving what looked to Akila to be the most valuable of her recent acquirement. It glittered and shined no matter which way you turned it, drawing the sun’s rays to it. The cut was incredible, a steady hand shaping it to a thing of beauty. And while it was small enough to be made into jewelry, it was large enough that the diamond on its own would be quite the statement.
Akila suddenly heard footsteps drawing near. Her eyes looked sharply up, expecting a little urchin or thief sniffing the diamonds like sharks did to blood. Instead she saw a blond girl, young and soft with clothes that practically oozed money. She was the type Akila would kidnap and hold ransom, or befriend to milk her dry. What the fuck was she doing here?
“Are you lost?” Akila asked with a raised brow. She stood up, careful with her ripped bag and diamonds that still threatened to fall once again.
Imma’s governess had taught her that she should stay where she was if she became separated from her companions. It would be easier for them to find her than if she wandered around. Perhaps she should have asked what to do if she found herself in a seedy alley. This was no place for a highborn lady wearing expensive clothing and jewelry. At any minute, she expected a thug to jump out from behind something and rob her.
I need to keep moving.
She could hear the faint sounds of vendors hawking their wares in the distance. Maybe if she tried to follow the noise … taking note of when it diminished or increased … she would be able to find her way back to the Agora despite having no sense of direction. It was worth a try. Anything was better than staying in this alley.
Walking softly and listening carefully, she retraced her steps. That was common sense, to go back the way she had come. Maybe when she reached the end of the street, she would remember how to find her way back. Cautiously she turned the corner and stopped dead in her tracks. Two large dogs were eating something in the middle of the road, and they looked up and snarled at her as if she was going to steal their meal.
Imma slowly backed away and turned back into the alley she had just left. I’ll have to find another way. With a resigned little sigh, she started walking again. There was something up ahead, something that glittered in the sunlight. She increased her pace, curious, and came upon a beautiful dark-skinned woman crawling around on her hands and knees gathering what looked liked diamonds into a torn bag.
Diamonds? In a disreputable alley? Had the young woman been robbed? Imma shivered. Perhaps she needed help. The woman looked up as the petite blonde approached her, probably alerted by the sound of her sandals slapping on the cobbled stones. She was holding the most magnificent diamond Imma had ever seen in her hand. Momentarily hypnotized by the myriad colors dancing around it, she just stood there, staring at it.
The woman’s voice brought her out of her trance. “Yes, I am,” she admitted, biting her lower lip nervously. Glancing down at the ground, she saw a smaller gem lying at her feet. She bent over and picked it up. “You missed one,” she said. holding it out. “Did someone try to rob you? Where did you get so many diamonds? Are you taking them to the market to sell them?”
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Imma’s governess had taught her that she should stay where she was if she became separated from her companions. It would be easier for them to find her than if she wandered around. Perhaps she should have asked what to do if she found herself in a seedy alley. This was no place for a highborn lady wearing expensive clothing and jewelry. At any minute, she expected a thug to jump out from behind something and rob her.
I need to keep moving.
She could hear the faint sounds of vendors hawking their wares in the distance. Maybe if she tried to follow the noise … taking note of when it diminished or increased … she would be able to find her way back to the Agora despite having no sense of direction. It was worth a try. Anything was better than staying in this alley.
Walking softly and listening carefully, she retraced her steps. That was common sense, to go back the way she had come. Maybe when she reached the end of the street, she would remember how to find her way back. Cautiously she turned the corner and stopped dead in her tracks. Two large dogs were eating something in the middle of the road, and they looked up and snarled at her as if she was going to steal their meal.
Imma slowly backed away and turned back into the alley she had just left. I’ll have to find another way. With a resigned little sigh, she started walking again. There was something up ahead, something that glittered in the sunlight. She increased her pace, curious, and came upon a beautiful dark-skinned woman crawling around on her hands and knees gathering what looked liked diamonds into a torn bag.
Diamonds? In a disreputable alley? Had the young woman been robbed? Imma shivered. Perhaps she needed help. The woman looked up as the petite blonde approached her, probably alerted by the sound of her sandals slapping on the cobbled stones. She was holding the most magnificent diamond Imma had ever seen in her hand. Momentarily hypnotized by the myriad colors dancing around it, she just stood there, staring at it.
The woman’s voice brought her out of her trance. “Yes, I am,” she admitted, biting her lower lip nervously. Glancing down at the ground, she saw a smaller gem lying at her feet. She bent over and picked it up. “You missed one,” she said. holding it out. “Did someone try to rob you? Where did you get so many diamonds? Are you taking them to the market to sell them?”
Imma’s governess had taught her that she should stay where she was if she became separated from her companions. It would be easier for them to find her than if she wandered around. Perhaps she should have asked what to do if she found herself in a seedy alley. This was no place for a highborn lady wearing expensive clothing and jewelry. At any minute, she expected a thug to jump out from behind something and rob her.
I need to keep moving.
She could hear the faint sounds of vendors hawking their wares in the distance. Maybe if she tried to follow the noise … taking note of when it diminished or increased … she would be able to find her way back to the Agora despite having no sense of direction. It was worth a try. Anything was better than staying in this alley.
Walking softly and listening carefully, she retraced her steps. That was common sense, to go back the way she had come. Maybe when she reached the end of the street, she would remember how to find her way back. Cautiously she turned the corner and stopped dead in her tracks. Two large dogs were eating something in the middle of the road, and they looked up and snarled at her as if she was going to steal their meal.
Imma slowly backed away and turned back into the alley she had just left. I’ll have to find another way. With a resigned little sigh, she started walking again. There was something up ahead, something that glittered in the sunlight. She increased her pace, curious, and came upon a beautiful dark-skinned woman crawling around on her hands and knees gathering what looked liked diamonds into a torn bag.
Diamonds? In a disreputable alley? Had the young woman been robbed? Imma shivered. Perhaps she needed help. The woman looked up as the petite blonde approached her, probably alerted by the sound of her sandals slapping on the cobbled stones. She was holding the most magnificent diamond Imma had ever seen in her hand. Momentarily hypnotized by the myriad colors dancing around it, she just stood there, staring at it.
The woman’s voice brought her out of her trance. “Yes, I am,” she admitted, biting her lower lip nervously. Glancing down at the ground, she saw a smaller gem lying at her feet. She bent over and picked it up. “You missed one,” she said. holding it out. “Did someone try to rob you? Where did you get so many diamonds? Are you taking them to the market to sell them?”
No one tried to rob Akila and lived to not regret it. The man who tried to short her from her deal was learning that lesson right now. You don’t steal from a thief. How many times did she have to say it? And you don’t go back on your word either. Akila was many things, a pirate, a murderer, a right bitch… but her word could be trusted.
Well, at least when it came to deals.
She had no intention of telling the girl the truth right now. She saw her as some poor little fucking victim, and Akila will use that to her advantage. She had money, it was so evident. But she also didn’t have many smarts did she, to be approaching a stranger with diamonds in a shady ally? That or she was far too sheltered and innocent, something that was equally as easy for Akila to twist.
“Aye, thank you, miss!” Akila dawned her dumb commoner accent- which to be fair she was pirate so she was surrounded by that in all hours of the day. She might speak with more intelligence, but the voice wasn’t so far off her normal one. She wasn’t the type to be prim and proper. “Nearly made off with all I got, he did. But not this bag, thank the gods.”
Akila noticed how the girl looked at the one gem in her hand. She had a real eye for beauty. “You seein’ this one, miss? Ain’t she a beaut?” Akila twisted the gem so it caught the light that had managed to shine its way through the ally. “Most my diamonds aren’t cut, raw as the rocks that had them. Not this lovely.”
Where did she get the diamonds? Off a ship filled with raw materials and gems meant to appease some fucking noble she was sure. There were worth a load, so was the job that was offered to Akila. But even she knew having a bag of small ones? They were far too hot for her to comfortably have. But boy would it make the repairs on her ship be easier once they’re off.
How much could she get from the girl?
“My pa owns mines out in Egypt, Miss. He don’t know Greek well so he sends me. But merchants don’t like no Egyptians at their markets.” She wrinkled her nose. “Or women. You’ve been much help, miss. Most people would eye a stranger in an ally and think nothin’ of it. I wish everybody were as good as you. Make sellin’ this bag so much easier so I can go back home to my ma and pa.”
Once more she twisted her hand so that it would glitter. She stood upright, all the tiny gems back in her hand. Her smile was friendly, a rare sight for Akila that was for sure. She wasn’t kind, she was cruel, but not every battle had to be met with steel. A sweet word here, a whispered lie there, and tugging on the heartstrings of a girl that seemed far too kind could get Akila exactly what she wanted.
And worst comes to worst her guards, if she even had them, were nowhere around.
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No one tried to rob Akila and lived to not regret it. The man who tried to short her from her deal was learning that lesson right now. You don’t steal from a thief. How many times did she have to say it? And you don’t go back on your word either. Akila was many things, a pirate, a murderer, a right bitch… but her word could be trusted.
Well, at least when it came to deals.
She had no intention of telling the girl the truth right now. She saw her as some poor little fucking victim, and Akila will use that to her advantage. She had money, it was so evident. But she also didn’t have many smarts did she, to be approaching a stranger with diamonds in a shady ally? That or she was far too sheltered and innocent, something that was equally as easy for Akila to twist.
“Aye, thank you, miss!” Akila dawned her dumb commoner accent- which to be fair she was pirate so she was surrounded by that in all hours of the day. She might speak with more intelligence, but the voice wasn’t so far off her normal one. She wasn’t the type to be prim and proper. “Nearly made off with all I got, he did. But not this bag, thank the gods.”
Akila noticed how the girl looked at the one gem in her hand. She had a real eye for beauty. “You seein’ this one, miss? Ain’t she a beaut?” Akila twisted the gem so it caught the light that had managed to shine its way through the ally. “Most my diamonds aren’t cut, raw as the rocks that had them. Not this lovely.”
Where did she get the diamonds? Off a ship filled with raw materials and gems meant to appease some fucking noble she was sure. There were worth a load, so was the job that was offered to Akila. But even she knew having a bag of small ones? They were far too hot for her to comfortably have. But boy would it make the repairs on her ship be easier once they’re off.
How much could she get from the girl?
“My pa owns mines out in Egypt, Miss. He don’t know Greek well so he sends me. But merchants don’t like no Egyptians at their markets.” She wrinkled her nose. “Or women. You’ve been much help, miss. Most people would eye a stranger in an ally and think nothin’ of it. I wish everybody were as good as you. Make sellin’ this bag so much easier so I can go back home to my ma and pa.”
Once more she twisted her hand so that it would glitter. She stood upright, all the tiny gems back in her hand. Her smile was friendly, a rare sight for Akila that was for sure. She wasn’t kind, she was cruel, but not every battle had to be met with steel. A sweet word here, a whispered lie there, and tugging on the heartstrings of a girl that seemed far too kind could get Akila exactly what she wanted.
And worst comes to worst her guards, if she even had them, were nowhere around.
No one tried to rob Akila and lived to not regret it. The man who tried to short her from her deal was learning that lesson right now. You don’t steal from a thief. How many times did she have to say it? And you don’t go back on your word either. Akila was many things, a pirate, a murderer, a right bitch… but her word could be trusted.
Well, at least when it came to deals.
She had no intention of telling the girl the truth right now. She saw her as some poor little fucking victim, and Akila will use that to her advantage. She had money, it was so evident. But she also didn’t have many smarts did she, to be approaching a stranger with diamonds in a shady ally? That or she was far too sheltered and innocent, something that was equally as easy for Akila to twist.
“Aye, thank you, miss!” Akila dawned her dumb commoner accent- which to be fair she was pirate so she was surrounded by that in all hours of the day. She might speak with more intelligence, but the voice wasn’t so far off her normal one. She wasn’t the type to be prim and proper. “Nearly made off with all I got, he did. But not this bag, thank the gods.”
Akila noticed how the girl looked at the one gem in her hand. She had a real eye for beauty. “You seein’ this one, miss? Ain’t she a beaut?” Akila twisted the gem so it caught the light that had managed to shine its way through the ally. “Most my diamonds aren’t cut, raw as the rocks that had them. Not this lovely.”
Where did she get the diamonds? Off a ship filled with raw materials and gems meant to appease some fucking noble she was sure. There were worth a load, so was the job that was offered to Akila. But even she knew having a bag of small ones? They were far too hot for her to comfortably have. But boy would it make the repairs on her ship be easier once they’re off.
How much could she get from the girl?
“My pa owns mines out in Egypt, Miss. He don’t know Greek well so he sends me. But merchants don’t like no Egyptians at their markets.” She wrinkled her nose. “Or women. You’ve been much help, miss. Most people would eye a stranger in an ally and think nothin’ of it. I wish everybody were as good as you. Make sellin’ this bag so much easier so I can go back home to my ma and pa.”
Once more she twisted her hand so that it would glitter. She stood upright, all the tiny gems back in her hand. Her smile was friendly, a rare sight for Akila that was for sure. She wasn’t kind, she was cruel, but not every battle had to be met with steel. A sweet word here, a whispered lie there, and tugging on the heartstrings of a girl that seemed far too kind could get Akila exactly what she wanted.
And worst comes to worst her guards, if she even had them, were nowhere around.
For a foreigner, the young woman spoke Greek very well. Imma watched the small diamond glitter as its owner took it back. Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything and slipped it into the coin pouch attached to her belt. She was exceedingly fond of diamonds and would have loved to keep it but would have felt guilty if she had. The petite blonde was no thief. How would she have been able to live with herself for stealing some of the woman’s livelihood after she had already been robbed?
“I’m sorry,” she replied genuinely. If her guard had been with her, he would have made short work of the thieves. He had served in the military and had been trained to fight. Then again, if he had been with her, she wouldn’t be here in this disreputable alley. There was no telling where he was now, but she was certain that he and her chaperone were searching frantically for her.
Imma looked furtively around her. This alley was definitely not safe. Who knew what menacing thugs might be lurking in the shadows? She was glad that she was not alone. The pretty woman, though plainly dressed, looked honest. She didn’t think she had anything to fear from her.
Her gaze turned back to the diamond still held in the woman’s hand. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” she breathed. Imma wanted that diamond. It would make a great centerpiece for a necklace or a tiara. The diamond she had found at her feet was lovely as well. How she wished she could buy them all. Everyone at court would admire her for her gorgeous jewelry.
An Egyptian. She should have known by the golden color of her skin. Come to think of it, Imma had seen few stalls at the market that were run by women. There were a few foreigners who sold exotic goods, but the shopkeepers were all men. She had never seen anybody selling diamonds or she probably would have bought a few. The gems used to make jewelry came from somewhere. Why could they not be sold at the market?
“I met someone from Egypt once.” She had never been able to get that handsome general out of her mind. She hoped that someday they would meet again. Her head tilted to the side when the woman complimented her. “I’m not as snobby as I look,” she grinned. “I would never refuse my help to anyone who needs it. Perhaps we can find our way back to the market together. We’ll be safer that way.”
Now all the diamonds were aparkling in the woman’s hand. The petite blonde practically drooled. “How much are you hoping to sell them for?” She hoped it was not more than she had with her.
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For a foreigner, the young woman spoke Greek very well. Imma watched the small diamond glitter as its owner took it back. Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything and slipped it into the coin pouch attached to her belt. She was exceedingly fond of diamonds and would have loved to keep it but would have felt guilty if she had. The petite blonde was no thief. How would she have been able to live with herself for stealing some of the woman’s livelihood after she had already been robbed?
“I’m sorry,” she replied genuinely. If her guard had been with her, he would have made short work of the thieves. He had served in the military and had been trained to fight. Then again, if he had been with her, she wouldn’t be here in this disreputable alley. There was no telling where he was now, but she was certain that he and her chaperone were searching frantically for her.
Imma looked furtively around her. This alley was definitely not safe. Who knew what menacing thugs might be lurking in the shadows? She was glad that she was not alone. The pretty woman, though plainly dressed, looked honest. She didn’t think she had anything to fear from her.
Her gaze turned back to the diamond still held in the woman’s hand. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” she breathed. Imma wanted that diamond. It would make a great centerpiece for a necklace or a tiara. The diamond she had found at her feet was lovely as well. How she wished she could buy them all. Everyone at court would admire her for her gorgeous jewelry.
An Egyptian. She should have known by the golden color of her skin. Come to think of it, Imma had seen few stalls at the market that were run by women. There were a few foreigners who sold exotic goods, but the shopkeepers were all men. She had never seen anybody selling diamonds or she probably would have bought a few. The gems used to make jewelry came from somewhere. Why could they not be sold at the market?
“I met someone from Egypt once.” She had never been able to get that handsome general out of her mind. She hoped that someday they would meet again. Her head tilted to the side when the woman complimented her. “I’m not as snobby as I look,” she grinned. “I would never refuse my help to anyone who needs it. Perhaps we can find our way back to the market together. We’ll be safer that way.”
Now all the diamonds were aparkling in the woman’s hand. The petite blonde practically drooled. “How much are you hoping to sell them for?” She hoped it was not more than she had with her.
For a foreigner, the young woman spoke Greek very well. Imma watched the small diamond glitter as its owner took it back. Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything and slipped it into the coin pouch attached to her belt. She was exceedingly fond of diamonds and would have loved to keep it but would have felt guilty if she had. The petite blonde was no thief. How would she have been able to live with herself for stealing some of the woman’s livelihood after she had already been robbed?
“I’m sorry,” she replied genuinely. If her guard had been with her, he would have made short work of the thieves. He had served in the military and had been trained to fight. Then again, if he had been with her, she wouldn’t be here in this disreputable alley. There was no telling where he was now, but she was certain that he and her chaperone were searching frantically for her.
Imma looked furtively around her. This alley was definitely not safe. Who knew what menacing thugs might be lurking in the shadows? She was glad that she was not alone. The pretty woman, though plainly dressed, looked honest. She didn’t think she had anything to fear from her.
Her gaze turned back to the diamond still held in the woman’s hand. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” she breathed. Imma wanted that diamond. It would make a great centerpiece for a necklace or a tiara. The diamond she had found at her feet was lovely as well. How she wished she could buy them all. Everyone at court would admire her for her gorgeous jewelry.
An Egyptian. She should have known by the golden color of her skin. Come to think of it, Imma had seen few stalls at the market that were run by women. There were a few foreigners who sold exotic goods, but the shopkeepers were all men. She had never seen anybody selling diamonds or she probably would have bought a few. The gems used to make jewelry came from somewhere. Why could they not be sold at the market?
“I met someone from Egypt once.” She had never been able to get that handsome general out of her mind. She hoped that someday they would meet again. Her head tilted to the side when the woman complimented her. “I’m not as snobby as I look,” she grinned. “I would never refuse my help to anyone who needs it. Perhaps we can find our way back to the market together. We’ll be safer that way.”
Now all the diamonds were aparkling in the woman’s hand. The petite blonde practically drooled. “How much are you hoping to sell them for?” She hoped it was not more than she had with her.
Akila could practically hear the drachmae dropping into her coin purse now. The kindness of others was always so easy to exploit, a way to make a quick buck. Though her kindness kept pushing them towards the market. Akila didn’t want to be caught selling stolen diamonds there. At the very least, it would garner looks that she’d rather not have. Greeks were nosy people, far worse than Egyptians, with sticks so far up their asses Akila was surprised any of them could move. Taengea, at least, was the most tolerable of the Kingdoms. Much better than Athenia.
But at least she could walk towards the market, and ditch the girl before they truly entered it. Hopefully, by then the bag would be out of her hands and in her new companion’s. She looked like the type of woman that seeing a bag of gems wouldn’t be too surprising. Akila could sniff the wealth from her perfumed body and smooth, unworked skin. With the fine clothing that put most others to shame, making even wealthy merchants look like farming hands, and jewelry that sparkled just as shiny as the diamonds in her bag… no one would look twice at the woman holding an extravagant purchase. An Egyptian with a scarred brow on the other hand… well, Akila loved trouble, but useless trouble was just a nuisance.
“You met someone from Egypt, you did? Rare findin’ us ‘round these parts. Not easy trekkin’ the sea. There are pirates out there.” Pirates that would be more than happy to attack a lone merchant’s ship. The sea’s a dangerous place. Merchant ships often disappear, the crew left to sink in the angry ocean, and goods resurfacing in a black market instead of reaching their original destination. People stolen from the coast and then resold in different kingdoms, struggling to learn a language that they never once thought they would have a need for. The ocean was not meant for those faint of heart. Akila made sure of it.
“And you don’t look snobby, Miss. You’re as beautiful as this here diamond.” Once more she twisted it in her hand and paused as if trying to remember the number she was given to sell. Her brows scrunched together, like a child confused, before her eyes lit up once more, “My pa wanted me to sell it at fair market value. He likes keeping things fair, but you’ve been so kind and nice. I hardly think he’d notice if I sell it for less,” Akila said before naming her price. It was a price that was below market… but above what she would have sold it to the man. Untaxed stolen diamonds, the margin she was getting on this should the girl bite would be incredible.
Then again, what does a dumb commoner know? Akila was being kind to the woman who stopped and helped her. She was just an innocent foreigner who almost got robbed. Woe is fucking her.
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Akila could practically hear the drachmae dropping into her coin purse now. The kindness of others was always so easy to exploit, a way to make a quick buck. Though her kindness kept pushing them towards the market. Akila didn’t want to be caught selling stolen diamonds there. At the very least, it would garner looks that she’d rather not have. Greeks were nosy people, far worse than Egyptians, with sticks so far up their asses Akila was surprised any of them could move. Taengea, at least, was the most tolerable of the Kingdoms. Much better than Athenia.
But at least she could walk towards the market, and ditch the girl before they truly entered it. Hopefully, by then the bag would be out of her hands and in her new companion’s. She looked like the type of woman that seeing a bag of gems wouldn’t be too surprising. Akila could sniff the wealth from her perfumed body and smooth, unworked skin. With the fine clothing that put most others to shame, making even wealthy merchants look like farming hands, and jewelry that sparkled just as shiny as the diamonds in her bag… no one would look twice at the woman holding an extravagant purchase. An Egyptian with a scarred brow on the other hand… well, Akila loved trouble, but useless trouble was just a nuisance.
“You met someone from Egypt, you did? Rare findin’ us ‘round these parts. Not easy trekkin’ the sea. There are pirates out there.” Pirates that would be more than happy to attack a lone merchant’s ship. The sea’s a dangerous place. Merchant ships often disappear, the crew left to sink in the angry ocean, and goods resurfacing in a black market instead of reaching their original destination. People stolen from the coast and then resold in different kingdoms, struggling to learn a language that they never once thought they would have a need for. The ocean was not meant for those faint of heart. Akila made sure of it.
“And you don’t look snobby, Miss. You’re as beautiful as this here diamond.” Once more she twisted it in her hand and paused as if trying to remember the number she was given to sell. Her brows scrunched together, like a child confused, before her eyes lit up once more, “My pa wanted me to sell it at fair market value. He likes keeping things fair, but you’ve been so kind and nice. I hardly think he’d notice if I sell it for less,” Akila said before naming her price. It was a price that was below market… but above what she would have sold it to the man. Untaxed stolen diamonds, the margin she was getting on this should the girl bite would be incredible.
Then again, what does a dumb commoner know? Akila was being kind to the woman who stopped and helped her. She was just an innocent foreigner who almost got robbed. Woe is fucking her.
Akila could practically hear the drachmae dropping into her coin purse now. The kindness of others was always so easy to exploit, a way to make a quick buck. Though her kindness kept pushing them towards the market. Akila didn’t want to be caught selling stolen diamonds there. At the very least, it would garner looks that she’d rather not have. Greeks were nosy people, far worse than Egyptians, with sticks so far up their asses Akila was surprised any of them could move. Taengea, at least, was the most tolerable of the Kingdoms. Much better than Athenia.
But at least she could walk towards the market, and ditch the girl before they truly entered it. Hopefully, by then the bag would be out of her hands and in her new companion’s. She looked like the type of woman that seeing a bag of gems wouldn’t be too surprising. Akila could sniff the wealth from her perfumed body and smooth, unworked skin. With the fine clothing that put most others to shame, making even wealthy merchants look like farming hands, and jewelry that sparkled just as shiny as the diamonds in her bag… no one would look twice at the woman holding an extravagant purchase. An Egyptian with a scarred brow on the other hand… well, Akila loved trouble, but useless trouble was just a nuisance.
“You met someone from Egypt, you did? Rare findin’ us ‘round these parts. Not easy trekkin’ the sea. There are pirates out there.” Pirates that would be more than happy to attack a lone merchant’s ship. The sea’s a dangerous place. Merchant ships often disappear, the crew left to sink in the angry ocean, and goods resurfacing in a black market instead of reaching their original destination. People stolen from the coast and then resold in different kingdoms, struggling to learn a language that they never once thought they would have a need for. The ocean was not meant for those faint of heart. Akila made sure of it.
“And you don’t look snobby, Miss. You’re as beautiful as this here diamond.” Once more she twisted it in her hand and paused as if trying to remember the number she was given to sell. Her brows scrunched together, like a child confused, before her eyes lit up once more, “My pa wanted me to sell it at fair market value. He likes keeping things fair, but you’ve been so kind and nice. I hardly think he’d notice if I sell it for less,” Akila said before naming her price. It was a price that was below market… but above what she would have sold it to the man. Untaxed stolen diamonds, the margin she was getting on this should the girl bite would be incredible.
Then again, what does a dumb commoner know? Akila was being kind to the woman who stopped and helped her. She was just an innocent foreigner who almost got robbed. Woe is fucking her.
Imma hoped that this woman would lead her back to the market, since she had no idea exactly where it was. She often bemoaned the fact that she had absolutely no sense of direction. Why had the gods cursed her so? Why could they have not inflicted that detriment on one of her sisters instead? It wasn’t like they hadn’t been blessed far more than she had. It was frightening not to know which way to go when you were looking for a specific location and embarrassing when you turned the wrong way during a dance. Sometimes she could find her way if she deliberately remembered landmarks, but she had not thought to watch where she was heading when she chased that dog. That was a stupid idea. He probably belonged to somebody. I’ll never chase an animal again unless I’m at the manor or the palati.
‘You met someone from Egypt, you did? Rare findin’ us ‘round these parts. Not easy trekkin’ the sea. There are pirates out there.’
Her mind snapped back to the present. That diamond was so beautiful that Imma had almost gotten lost in its sparkling facet. That would have been better than getting lost in this alley. The gem called to her, beckoned for her to take it home with her and have a piece of jewelry made from it that would insure that all eyes were on her at the next court event. That diamond can even outshine all of my sisters combined.
“He was definitely not a pirate,” she replied, “and I doubt that any pirates would have gone near his ship. It was probably the best armed ship in all of Egypt.” Imma had not seen the handsome general’s ship, but she assumed it was a military vessel that could put the fear of the gods into any pirate captains who dared attack it. They would be so in awe of the gods that after they were defeated, the pirates would flee to the nearest temple and join the priesthood. The very notion made her chuckle.
“Do you run into many pirates when you sail from Egypt to Greece?” Her blue eyes widened. “Are they scary? I’ve never seen one myself and I hope I never do.” She steered clear of the docks in case she got lost there too. There was no reason for her to go there anyway. If she wanted to swim, she went to the beach.
“Thank you,” she said when the woman told her that she was beautiful. Imma was not accustomed to hearing that word used to describe her. Innocent and trusting, she was unaware that the Egyptian’s flattery was designed to get her to part with her money. She seemed like a nice young woman to the young Leventi girl and there was no reason not to take her at her word.
Finally the woman named her price. Imma tried her best not to look disappointed. The gold she had with her was just a few drachmae short of the amount that the Egyptian had asked for. She untied her coin pouch from her belt and poured the gold into her hand. “Will you take this for it?” she asked. “It’s only a little less.”
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Imma hoped that this woman would lead her back to the market, since she had no idea exactly where it was. She often bemoaned the fact that she had absolutely no sense of direction. Why had the gods cursed her so? Why could they have not inflicted that detriment on one of her sisters instead? It wasn’t like they hadn’t been blessed far more than she had. It was frightening not to know which way to go when you were looking for a specific location and embarrassing when you turned the wrong way during a dance. Sometimes she could find her way if she deliberately remembered landmarks, but she had not thought to watch where she was heading when she chased that dog. That was a stupid idea. He probably belonged to somebody. I’ll never chase an animal again unless I’m at the manor or the palati.
‘You met someone from Egypt, you did? Rare findin’ us ‘round these parts. Not easy trekkin’ the sea. There are pirates out there.’
Her mind snapped back to the present. That diamond was so beautiful that Imma had almost gotten lost in its sparkling facet. That would have been better than getting lost in this alley. The gem called to her, beckoned for her to take it home with her and have a piece of jewelry made from it that would insure that all eyes were on her at the next court event. That diamond can even outshine all of my sisters combined.
“He was definitely not a pirate,” she replied, “and I doubt that any pirates would have gone near his ship. It was probably the best armed ship in all of Egypt.” Imma had not seen the handsome general’s ship, but she assumed it was a military vessel that could put the fear of the gods into any pirate captains who dared attack it. They would be so in awe of the gods that after they were defeated, the pirates would flee to the nearest temple and join the priesthood. The very notion made her chuckle.
“Do you run into many pirates when you sail from Egypt to Greece?” Her blue eyes widened. “Are they scary? I’ve never seen one myself and I hope I never do.” She steered clear of the docks in case she got lost there too. There was no reason for her to go there anyway. If she wanted to swim, she went to the beach.
“Thank you,” she said when the woman told her that she was beautiful. Imma was not accustomed to hearing that word used to describe her. Innocent and trusting, she was unaware that the Egyptian’s flattery was designed to get her to part with her money. She seemed like a nice young woman to the young Leventi girl and there was no reason not to take her at her word.
Finally the woman named her price. Imma tried her best not to look disappointed. The gold she had with her was just a few drachmae short of the amount that the Egyptian had asked for. She untied her coin pouch from her belt and poured the gold into her hand. “Will you take this for it?” she asked. “It’s only a little less.”
Imma hoped that this woman would lead her back to the market, since she had no idea exactly where it was. She often bemoaned the fact that she had absolutely no sense of direction. Why had the gods cursed her so? Why could they have not inflicted that detriment on one of her sisters instead? It wasn’t like they hadn’t been blessed far more than she had. It was frightening not to know which way to go when you were looking for a specific location and embarrassing when you turned the wrong way during a dance. Sometimes she could find her way if she deliberately remembered landmarks, but she had not thought to watch where she was heading when she chased that dog. That was a stupid idea. He probably belonged to somebody. I’ll never chase an animal again unless I’m at the manor or the palati.
‘You met someone from Egypt, you did? Rare findin’ us ‘round these parts. Not easy trekkin’ the sea. There are pirates out there.’
Her mind snapped back to the present. That diamond was so beautiful that Imma had almost gotten lost in its sparkling facet. That would have been better than getting lost in this alley. The gem called to her, beckoned for her to take it home with her and have a piece of jewelry made from it that would insure that all eyes were on her at the next court event. That diamond can even outshine all of my sisters combined.
“He was definitely not a pirate,” she replied, “and I doubt that any pirates would have gone near his ship. It was probably the best armed ship in all of Egypt.” Imma had not seen the handsome general’s ship, but she assumed it was a military vessel that could put the fear of the gods into any pirate captains who dared attack it. They would be so in awe of the gods that after they were defeated, the pirates would flee to the nearest temple and join the priesthood. The very notion made her chuckle.
“Do you run into many pirates when you sail from Egypt to Greece?” Her blue eyes widened. “Are they scary? I’ve never seen one myself and I hope I never do.” She steered clear of the docks in case she got lost there too. There was no reason for her to go there anyway. If she wanted to swim, she went to the beach.
“Thank you,” she said when the woman told her that she was beautiful. Imma was not accustomed to hearing that word used to describe her. Innocent and trusting, she was unaware that the Egyptian’s flattery was designed to get her to part with her money. She seemed like a nice young woman to the young Leventi girl and there was no reason not to take her at her word.
Finally the woman named her price. Imma tried her best not to look disappointed. The gold she had with her was just a few drachmae short of the amount that the Egyptian had asked for. She untied her coin pouch from her belt and poured the gold into her hand. “Will you take this for it?” she asked. “It’s only a little less.”
Akila had yet to see a ship she wouldn’t be willing to attack. She had seen opportunities that had she taken she would be dead. But ships, specifically, no. Maybe they were out there. But that would just make it all the more tempting to Akila. A real prize waited in that vessel she was sure of it.
This girl was entertaining. Have you run into many pirates? She almost cracked a smile. Almost. Do you hope you never see one? “Pirates ain’t always that easy to spot, Miss. They look like normal sailors ‘till they get up all close and mean.” And that’s normally the last thing you’ll ever see again. “There’s one that I know. Goes by the name of Lukos. Barks worse than his bite though. You ever see him, just ask him if he still likes wearin’ his little red dress and his pretty tiara. You’ll see what I mean.” That would probably lead to the girl having a very bad night. But Lukos even getting minorly annoyed made it worth it to Akila, even if she wouldn’t be there to witness it.
Akila fought the smirk from her face when the woman pulled out her money. It was short than what Akila had asked for - something that would typically be deadly. However, judging for the fact that the diamond would have gone for less for her original client… it was absolutely worth it. The girl was an idiot, and while idiots typically annoyed Akila, when it came from stealing from them they were her favorite people in the whole world.
Akila fixed her face to be something of slight disappointment. How… greedy could she be? “I’m already selling it for less, Miss…” She chewed her lip. Then her eyes landed on it. Her earrings. “Your earrings would make up the difference. My pa would be slightly upset because it isn’t drachmae, but it could be traded back at home too. And with this drachmae, it’ll ensure we can keep the mines workin’ and all my brothers and sisters fed.”
What could she sell those earrings for? They could probably fetch a nice price. They weren’t as pretty as her diamonds, but anything more she could squeeze out of this little rich girl would be absolutely worth it to Akila. She just stared at the girl with her wide, innocent dark eyes. Akila would never lie. She just had to keep her siblings fed. Siblings who, for all Akila knew, were long dead having starved when Akila left Edwa. But who knows. Maybe she’ll toss a coin into the ocean after all is said and done and it’ll wash up on a shore where her siblings could find it.
Nah, that was a waste of a coin that could buy her and her men drinks. Fuck ‘em. “If… If that isn’t too much, Miss.” She added looking guilty. “You’ve been so nice. I just also gotta think of my family…”
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Akila had yet to see a ship she wouldn’t be willing to attack. She had seen opportunities that had she taken she would be dead. But ships, specifically, no. Maybe they were out there. But that would just make it all the more tempting to Akila. A real prize waited in that vessel she was sure of it.
This girl was entertaining. Have you run into many pirates? She almost cracked a smile. Almost. Do you hope you never see one? “Pirates ain’t always that easy to spot, Miss. They look like normal sailors ‘till they get up all close and mean.” And that’s normally the last thing you’ll ever see again. “There’s one that I know. Goes by the name of Lukos. Barks worse than his bite though. You ever see him, just ask him if he still likes wearin’ his little red dress and his pretty tiara. You’ll see what I mean.” That would probably lead to the girl having a very bad night. But Lukos even getting minorly annoyed made it worth it to Akila, even if she wouldn’t be there to witness it.
Akila fought the smirk from her face when the woman pulled out her money. It was short than what Akila had asked for - something that would typically be deadly. However, judging for the fact that the diamond would have gone for less for her original client… it was absolutely worth it. The girl was an idiot, and while idiots typically annoyed Akila, when it came from stealing from them they were her favorite people in the whole world.
Akila fixed her face to be something of slight disappointment. How… greedy could she be? “I’m already selling it for less, Miss…” She chewed her lip. Then her eyes landed on it. Her earrings. “Your earrings would make up the difference. My pa would be slightly upset because it isn’t drachmae, but it could be traded back at home too. And with this drachmae, it’ll ensure we can keep the mines workin’ and all my brothers and sisters fed.”
What could she sell those earrings for? They could probably fetch a nice price. They weren’t as pretty as her diamonds, but anything more she could squeeze out of this little rich girl would be absolutely worth it to Akila. She just stared at the girl with her wide, innocent dark eyes. Akila would never lie. She just had to keep her siblings fed. Siblings who, for all Akila knew, were long dead having starved when Akila left Edwa. But who knows. Maybe she’ll toss a coin into the ocean after all is said and done and it’ll wash up on a shore where her siblings could find it.
Nah, that was a waste of a coin that could buy her and her men drinks. Fuck ‘em. “If… If that isn’t too much, Miss.” She added looking guilty. “You’ve been so nice. I just also gotta think of my family…”
Akila had yet to see a ship she wouldn’t be willing to attack. She had seen opportunities that had she taken she would be dead. But ships, specifically, no. Maybe they were out there. But that would just make it all the more tempting to Akila. A real prize waited in that vessel she was sure of it.
This girl was entertaining. Have you run into many pirates? She almost cracked a smile. Almost. Do you hope you never see one? “Pirates ain’t always that easy to spot, Miss. They look like normal sailors ‘till they get up all close and mean.” And that’s normally the last thing you’ll ever see again. “There’s one that I know. Goes by the name of Lukos. Barks worse than his bite though. You ever see him, just ask him if he still likes wearin’ his little red dress and his pretty tiara. You’ll see what I mean.” That would probably lead to the girl having a very bad night. But Lukos even getting minorly annoyed made it worth it to Akila, even if she wouldn’t be there to witness it.
Akila fought the smirk from her face when the woman pulled out her money. It was short than what Akila had asked for - something that would typically be deadly. However, judging for the fact that the diamond would have gone for less for her original client… it was absolutely worth it. The girl was an idiot, and while idiots typically annoyed Akila, when it came from stealing from them they were her favorite people in the whole world.
Akila fixed her face to be something of slight disappointment. How… greedy could she be? “I’m already selling it for less, Miss…” She chewed her lip. Then her eyes landed on it. Her earrings. “Your earrings would make up the difference. My pa would be slightly upset because it isn’t drachmae, but it could be traded back at home too. And with this drachmae, it’ll ensure we can keep the mines workin’ and all my brothers and sisters fed.”
What could she sell those earrings for? They could probably fetch a nice price. They weren’t as pretty as her diamonds, but anything more she could squeeze out of this little rich girl would be absolutely worth it to Akila. She just stared at the girl with her wide, innocent dark eyes. Akila would never lie. She just had to keep her siblings fed. Siblings who, for all Akila knew, were long dead having starved when Akila left Edwa. But who knows. Maybe she’ll toss a coin into the ocean after all is said and done and it’ll wash up on a shore where her siblings could find it.
Nah, that was a waste of a coin that could buy her and her men drinks. Fuck ‘em. “If… If that isn’t too much, Miss.” She added looking guilty. “You’ve been so nice. I just also gotta think of my family…”
Imma’s blue eyes widened at the woman’s description of pirates. “So they might be walking around the market right now?” She had seen many sailors at the marketplace. Were some of them really pirates? None of them had ever bothered her, except for the wolf whistles they gave her when she passed by. Maybe the men she saw were actually sailors and not pirates. Pirates liked to kidnap pretty young women. And they robbed anybody who looked as if they had lots of money. Then again, she always traveled with an armed guard. Not even pirates were foolish enough to attack a woman who was protected that well. Or were they?
She was afraid to go back now, but maybe she would be safe in this young woman’s company until she found her chaperone and guard. Why am I even worried? I’ve never seen anyone robbed at the market. Pirates probably do their stealing at taverns, where men go to drink and gamble.
Lukos. She had met a man by that name a few months ago at the marketplace. He had known of her aunt and he had said he was a merchant who obtained specific items that his clients asked for. Imma had wondered if Aunt Eirini had been one of his customers. He must have an exciting life, traveling all over the world in search of rare merchandise. He hadn’t looked like a pirate and the name ‘Lukos’ was rather common.
She laughed when the Egyptian told her to ask about a red dress and tiara if she ever met the Lukos she knew. A vision popped into her mind of the man she had met wearing a dress and tiara and she giggled a bit more. “I would never be that brave,” she said. “I hope I never meet him or any other pirate.”
The woman looked disappointed when she confessed that the money Imma had with her didn’t quite meet the price she had asked for her diamonds. She could go home and get more, but she doubted she would wait for her. Instead, she would continue to the market and sell them to somebody else. Those diamonds were meant for her. Nobody else could have them.
Imma was quite relieved when the Egyptian said that she would take her earrings to make up the difference. The petite blonde admired her for helping to support her family. She could have left them to live her own life, but she loved them and wanted to keep them clothed and fed. I should give her more than she asked for.
She slid two rings off her fingers. “Instead of the earrings, I’ll give you these rings. Each of them is worth more than the earrings and will probably be easier to sell. They both have diamonds in them so they will look like they came from your mine.”
Imma was aware that she was offering the woman much more than what she had asked for, but she thought helping her out was worth it. And so were those diamonds.
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Imma’s blue eyes widened at the woman’s description of pirates. “So they might be walking around the market right now?” She had seen many sailors at the marketplace. Were some of them really pirates? None of them had ever bothered her, except for the wolf whistles they gave her when she passed by. Maybe the men she saw were actually sailors and not pirates. Pirates liked to kidnap pretty young women. And they robbed anybody who looked as if they had lots of money. Then again, she always traveled with an armed guard. Not even pirates were foolish enough to attack a woman who was protected that well. Or were they?
She was afraid to go back now, but maybe she would be safe in this young woman’s company until she found her chaperone and guard. Why am I even worried? I’ve never seen anyone robbed at the market. Pirates probably do their stealing at taverns, where men go to drink and gamble.
Lukos. She had met a man by that name a few months ago at the marketplace. He had known of her aunt and he had said he was a merchant who obtained specific items that his clients asked for. Imma had wondered if Aunt Eirini had been one of his customers. He must have an exciting life, traveling all over the world in search of rare merchandise. He hadn’t looked like a pirate and the name ‘Lukos’ was rather common.
She laughed when the Egyptian told her to ask about a red dress and tiara if she ever met the Lukos she knew. A vision popped into her mind of the man she had met wearing a dress and tiara and she giggled a bit more. “I would never be that brave,” she said. “I hope I never meet him or any other pirate.”
The woman looked disappointed when she confessed that the money Imma had with her didn’t quite meet the price she had asked for her diamonds. She could go home and get more, but she doubted she would wait for her. Instead, she would continue to the market and sell them to somebody else. Those diamonds were meant for her. Nobody else could have them.
Imma was quite relieved when the Egyptian said that she would take her earrings to make up the difference. The petite blonde admired her for helping to support her family. She could have left them to live her own life, but she loved them and wanted to keep them clothed and fed. I should give her more than she asked for.
She slid two rings off her fingers. “Instead of the earrings, I’ll give you these rings. Each of them is worth more than the earrings and will probably be easier to sell. They both have diamonds in them so they will look like they came from your mine.”
Imma was aware that she was offering the woman much more than what she had asked for, but she thought helping her out was worth it. And so were those diamonds.
Imma’s blue eyes widened at the woman’s description of pirates. “So they might be walking around the market right now?” She had seen many sailors at the marketplace. Were some of them really pirates? None of them had ever bothered her, except for the wolf whistles they gave her when she passed by. Maybe the men she saw were actually sailors and not pirates. Pirates liked to kidnap pretty young women. And they robbed anybody who looked as if they had lots of money. Then again, she always traveled with an armed guard. Not even pirates were foolish enough to attack a woman who was protected that well. Or were they?
She was afraid to go back now, but maybe she would be safe in this young woman’s company until she found her chaperone and guard. Why am I even worried? I’ve never seen anyone robbed at the market. Pirates probably do their stealing at taverns, where men go to drink and gamble.
Lukos. She had met a man by that name a few months ago at the marketplace. He had known of her aunt and he had said he was a merchant who obtained specific items that his clients asked for. Imma had wondered if Aunt Eirini had been one of his customers. He must have an exciting life, traveling all over the world in search of rare merchandise. He hadn’t looked like a pirate and the name ‘Lukos’ was rather common.
She laughed when the Egyptian told her to ask about a red dress and tiara if she ever met the Lukos she knew. A vision popped into her mind of the man she had met wearing a dress and tiara and she giggled a bit more. “I would never be that brave,” she said. “I hope I never meet him or any other pirate.”
The woman looked disappointed when she confessed that the money Imma had with her didn’t quite meet the price she had asked for her diamonds. She could go home and get more, but she doubted she would wait for her. Instead, she would continue to the market and sell them to somebody else. Those diamonds were meant for her. Nobody else could have them.
Imma was quite relieved when the Egyptian said that she would take her earrings to make up the difference. The petite blonde admired her for helping to support her family. She could have left them to live her own life, but she loved them and wanted to keep them clothed and fed. I should give her more than she asked for.
She slid two rings off her fingers. “Instead of the earrings, I’ll give you these rings. Each of them is worth more than the earrings and will probably be easier to sell. They both have diamonds in them so they will look like they came from your mine.”
Imma was aware that she was offering the woman much more than what she had asked for, but she thought helping her out was worth it. And so were those diamonds.
Ah, a life of a rich woman. They were so sheltered. This one, especially. So innocent. So they might be walking around the market right now? Or wandering around alleys. There was one right in front of her fucking eyes. Oh, but she wasn’t really a pirate. She was just… a merchant. That’s what every pirate would say. Well… at least the smart ones. Or… not dumb ones.
I hope I never meet a pirate. Oh, how precious. Pirates weren’t that bad. Not if you keep being so naive and give them money. Honestly Akila should consider just kidnapping the girl. It probably wouldn’t be difficult at all. There was likely someone out there willing to pay very good money for the girl. But kidnapping was a hassle. She never quite enjoyed it. It left more trouble than it was worth. The more valuable the person, the more headache it caused her later down the line. No, taking her drachmae would be fine.
And her rings. Akila’s eyes narrowed down on the girl’s rings. They were glittering with diamonds and immediately Akila could feel her pocket get heavier with coins. They would sell very well. And made this trip really profitable. She wasn’t even pissed anymore for the guy trying to short her what she was owed. Oh, he’ll still suffer for it. She had a reputation to uphold and all. But she wasn’t mad. That, at least for him, was very much a mercy. And all he had to thank was the gullibleness of a rich, little, girl.
Sucker. Akila thought as she smile wide at her. “Why, I think that would do nicely!” She said chipperly, as she exchanged the diamond for the rings and the drachmae. Boy her men were going to have a nice laugh over this when she was through. It was a good thing Khalid had sod off with the man, otherwise the girl would have probably been afraid. Who knew what mean, bad things could be lurking in the alleys of Taengea. There could be pirates.
Bark! Bark! The dog who started this all ran back towards the girls. Akila did her best not to wrinkle her nose. She didn’t mind dogs, but they weren’t cats. Cats were far superior. Though perhaps that was the Egyptian in her speaking. Either way, she should take that as a queue to go. Especially before the girl’s guards (if she even had any) showed up. “It was a pleasure doing business with you. Should I make my way to Taengea again with diamonds, I’ll be sure to find you!”
With that, Akila left the girl. Before she had completely rounded the corner she did hear, “Lady Imma! There you are!” From presumably guards. Lady Imma… interesting. Very interesting indeed. Akila would remember that. It didn’t hurt to know who around Taengea was loose with their coin. She wouldn’t mind seeing her again. But for now, her ship awaits.
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Ah, a life of a rich woman. They were so sheltered. This one, especially. So innocent. So they might be walking around the market right now? Or wandering around alleys. There was one right in front of her fucking eyes. Oh, but she wasn’t really a pirate. She was just… a merchant. That’s what every pirate would say. Well… at least the smart ones. Or… not dumb ones.
I hope I never meet a pirate. Oh, how precious. Pirates weren’t that bad. Not if you keep being so naive and give them money. Honestly Akila should consider just kidnapping the girl. It probably wouldn’t be difficult at all. There was likely someone out there willing to pay very good money for the girl. But kidnapping was a hassle. She never quite enjoyed it. It left more trouble than it was worth. The more valuable the person, the more headache it caused her later down the line. No, taking her drachmae would be fine.
And her rings. Akila’s eyes narrowed down on the girl’s rings. They were glittering with diamonds and immediately Akila could feel her pocket get heavier with coins. They would sell very well. And made this trip really profitable. She wasn’t even pissed anymore for the guy trying to short her what she was owed. Oh, he’ll still suffer for it. She had a reputation to uphold and all. But she wasn’t mad. That, at least for him, was very much a mercy. And all he had to thank was the gullibleness of a rich, little, girl.
Sucker. Akila thought as she smile wide at her. “Why, I think that would do nicely!” She said chipperly, as she exchanged the diamond for the rings and the drachmae. Boy her men were going to have a nice laugh over this when she was through. It was a good thing Khalid had sod off with the man, otherwise the girl would have probably been afraid. Who knew what mean, bad things could be lurking in the alleys of Taengea. There could be pirates.
Bark! Bark! The dog who started this all ran back towards the girls. Akila did her best not to wrinkle her nose. She didn’t mind dogs, but they weren’t cats. Cats were far superior. Though perhaps that was the Egyptian in her speaking. Either way, she should take that as a queue to go. Especially before the girl’s guards (if she even had any) showed up. “It was a pleasure doing business with you. Should I make my way to Taengea again with diamonds, I’ll be sure to find you!”
With that, Akila left the girl. Before she had completely rounded the corner she did hear, “Lady Imma! There you are!” From presumably guards. Lady Imma… interesting. Very interesting indeed. Akila would remember that. It didn’t hurt to know who around Taengea was loose with their coin. She wouldn’t mind seeing her again. But for now, her ship awaits.
Ah, a life of a rich woman. They were so sheltered. This one, especially. So innocent. So they might be walking around the market right now? Or wandering around alleys. There was one right in front of her fucking eyes. Oh, but she wasn’t really a pirate. She was just… a merchant. That’s what every pirate would say. Well… at least the smart ones. Or… not dumb ones.
I hope I never meet a pirate. Oh, how precious. Pirates weren’t that bad. Not if you keep being so naive and give them money. Honestly Akila should consider just kidnapping the girl. It probably wouldn’t be difficult at all. There was likely someone out there willing to pay very good money for the girl. But kidnapping was a hassle. She never quite enjoyed it. It left more trouble than it was worth. The more valuable the person, the more headache it caused her later down the line. No, taking her drachmae would be fine.
And her rings. Akila’s eyes narrowed down on the girl’s rings. They were glittering with diamonds and immediately Akila could feel her pocket get heavier with coins. They would sell very well. And made this trip really profitable. She wasn’t even pissed anymore for the guy trying to short her what she was owed. Oh, he’ll still suffer for it. She had a reputation to uphold and all. But she wasn’t mad. That, at least for him, was very much a mercy. And all he had to thank was the gullibleness of a rich, little, girl.
Sucker. Akila thought as she smile wide at her. “Why, I think that would do nicely!” She said chipperly, as she exchanged the diamond for the rings and the drachmae. Boy her men were going to have a nice laugh over this when she was through. It was a good thing Khalid had sod off with the man, otherwise the girl would have probably been afraid. Who knew what mean, bad things could be lurking in the alleys of Taengea. There could be pirates.
Bark! Bark! The dog who started this all ran back towards the girls. Akila did her best not to wrinkle her nose. She didn’t mind dogs, but they weren’t cats. Cats were far superior. Though perhaps that was the Egyptian in her speaking. Either way, she should take that as a queue to go. Especially before the girl’s guards (if she even had any) showed up. “It was a pleasure doing business with you. Should I make my way to Taengea again with diamonds, I’ll be sure to find you!”
With that, Akila left the girl. Before she had completely rounded the corner she did hear, “Lady Imma! There you are!” From presumably guards. Lady Imma… interesting. Very interesting indeed. Akila would remember that. It didn’t hurt to know who around Taengea was loose with their coin. She wouldn’t mind seeing her again. But for now, her ship awaits.