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Kesi had spent the four years her brother was away dreaming of the circus. Every night she closed her eyes she would see the brilliant fire that her brother had described as it painted the night sky. She would see the acrobats bend and twirl through the air, like birds flying free. She would see the lions in the majesty, try kings of the desert, and at the center of it all would be Nem producing a show like no other. They played together for years. They pretended they were at the circus, whether everything was wonderful, fun, and happy.
But where was that happiness? At first, she felt it when she was reunited with her brother. She loved him so much. She missed him while he was away. But that happiness was fleeting because he was always busy. Kesi was busy too- but not in the way she imagined. She tried training with the acrobats, finding the way they bend and dance to be beautiful. She was still young enough that her body could train to be just like their’s, flexible enough that she could potentially succeed if she worked hard. But whenever she went to work with them, her father would call.
Kesi hated her papa. But she loved him too. She just wanted to make him happy, so she did everything he asked her to do. It didn’t matter if it was slave work. It didn’t matter that it was often met with insults and slaps. It didn’t matter that it got in the way of her trying to learn how to be an acrobat- to learn how to really be a part of the circus. And it didn’t matter that it so often led to tears when she was alone in her tent. None of that mattered, because if she did things right… things would be okay, right?
But there was that tiny voice in her mind that told her that this wasn’t what she expected. It whispered that this wasn’t right. The Tempest of Set was supposed to be magical. It was supposed to be an oasis. It was her dream to be here with her mama and brother. And now that her dream was here… why did she feel so lost? It was the same feeling she felt when Nem left her four years ago. When she ran after him until her feet bled and she realized she was alone. Only now Kesi wasn’t alone. She had her family. Even if… papa didn’t want her.
Kesi had just served her papa tea and left. It wasn’t the worst of her visits, only a smack to the cheek and that was it. He was eager to get to the girls that were waiting for him. Girls that… well, seemed really gross to Kesi the way that they hung around her papa. But she knew not to say anything. She knew it was best to keep her tongue still, it would only bring more pain otherwise.
Kesi kept her dark eyes trained down to the ground. Night had fallen onto the circus, but there were no customers in sight. They had only arrived in Thebes the night before and were still prepping for opening night. She didn’t like this part of the circus. She preferred nights where people were busy, and that there were shows to watch and performers at every turn. When the circus was quiet it made the child feel even lonelier. This wasn’t what she imagined. This… wasn’t the Tempest of Set Nem promised.
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Kesi had spent the four years her brother was away dreaming of the circus. Every night she closed her eyes she would see the brilliant fire that her brother had described as it painted the night sky. She would see the acrobats bend and twirl through the air, like birds flying free. She would see the lions in the majesty, try kings of the desert, and at the center of it all would be Nem producing a show like no other. They played together for years. They pretended they were at the circus, whether everything was wonderful, fun, and happy.
But where was that happiness? At first, she felt it when she was reunited with her brother. She loved him so much. She missed him while he was away. But that happiness was fleeting because he was always busy. Kesi was busy too- but not in the way she imagined. She tried training with the acrobats, finding the way they bend and dance to be beautiful. She was still young enough that her body could train to be just like their’s, flexible enough that she could potentially succeed if she worked hard. But whenever she went to work with them, her father would call.
Kesi hated her papa. But she loved him too. She just wanted to make him happy, so she did everything he asked her to do. It didn’t matter if it was slave work. It didn’t matter that it was often met with insults and slaps. It didn’t matter that it got in the way of her trying to learn how to be an acrobat- to learn how to really be a part of the circus. And it didn’t matter that it so often led to tears when she was alone in her tent. None of that mattered, because if she did things right… things would be okay, right?
But there was that tiny voice in her mind that told her that this wasn’t what she expected. It whispered that this wasn’t right. The Tempest of Set was supposed to be magical. It was supposed to be an oasis. It was her dream to be here with her mama and brother. And now that her dream was here… why did she feel so lost? It was the same feeling she felt when Nem left her four years ago. When she ran after him until her feet bled and she realized she was alone. Only now Kesi wasn’t alone. She had her family. Even if… papa didn’t want her.
Kesi had just served her papa tea and left. It wasn’t the worst of her visits, only a smack to the cheek and that was it. He was eager to get to the girls that were waiting for him. Girls that… well, seemed really gross to Kesi the way that they hung around her papa. But she knew not to say anything. She knew it was best to keep her tongue still, it would only bring more pain otherwise.
Kesi kept her dark eyes trained down to the ground. Night had fallen onto the circus, but there were no customers in sight. They had only arrived in Thebes the night before and were still prepping for opening night. She didn’t like this part of the circus. She preferred nights where people were busy, and that there were shows to watch and performers at every turn. When the circus was quiet it made the child feel even lonelier. This wasn’t what she imagined. This… wasn’t the Tempest of Set Nem promised.
Kesi had spent the four years her brother was away dreaming of the circus. Every night she closed her eyes she would see the brilliant fire that her brother had described as it painted the night sky. She would see the acrobats bend and twirl through the air, like birds flying free. She would see the lions in the majesty, try kings of the desert, and at the center of it all would be Nem producing a show like no other. They played together for years. They pretended they were at the circus, whether everything was wonderful, fun, and happy.
But where was that happiness? At first, she felt it when she was reunited with her brother. She loved him so much. She missed him while he was away. But that happiness was fleeting because he was always busy. Kesi was busy too- but not in the way she imagined. She tried training with the acrobats, finding the way they bend and dance to be beautiful. She was still young enough that her body could train to be just like their’s, flexible enough that she could potentially succeed if she worked hard. But whenever she went to work with them, her father would call.
Kesi hated her papa. But she loved him too. She just wanted to make him happy, so she did everything he asked her to do. It didn’t matter if it was slave work. It didn’t matter that it was often met with insults and slaps. It didn’t matter that it got in the way of her trying to learn how to be an acrobat- to learn how to really be a part of the circus. And it didn’t matter that it so often led to tears when she was alone in her tent. None of that mattered, because if she did things right… things would be okay, right?
But there was that tiny voice in her mind that told her that this wasn’t what she expected. It whispered that this wasn’t right. The Tempest of Set was supposed to be magical. It was supposed to be an oasis. It was her dream to be here with her mama and brother. And now that her dream was here… why did she feel so lost? It was the same feeling she felt when Nem left her four years ago. When she ran after him until her feet bled and she realized she was alone. Only now Kesi wasn’t alone. She had her family. Even if… papa didn’t want her.
Kesi had just served her papa tea and left. It wasn’t the worst of her visits, only a smack to the cheek and that was it. He was eager to get to the girls that were waiting for him. Girls that… well, seemed really gross to Kesi the way that they hung around her papa. But she knew not to say anything. She knew it was best to keep her tongue still, it would only bring more pain otherwise.
Kesi kept her dark eyes trained down to the ground. Night had fallen onto the circus, but there were no customers in sight. They had only arrived in Thebes the night before and were still prepping for opening night. She didn’t like this part of the circus. She preferred nights where people were busy, and that there were shows to watch and performers at every turn. When the circus was quiet it made the child feel even lonelier. This wasn’t what she imagined. This… wasn’t the Tempest of Set Nem promised.
Sometimes she thought about life with Keelan; maybe if it had been different, if they’d had a child in the year, they were together, perhaps he’d have truly loved her. But the flames, ideas for new performances, ways to use other performers in a performance consumed most of her time. Thoughts of her past, before the circus, rarely stayed for more than a few minutes. And if the thoughts stayed too long, she channeled them into her performances. Fire dance was a good way to get rid of pent up rage.
Delia preferred to practice at nighttime, the flame shone brighter at night, and Somgi was not the most forgiving teacher. The burns on her arms proved that. The first time she’d gotten burned while learning, she’d promised herself she’d never teach another person to dance with fire without first getting them acquainted with the different dances and tools. Somgi had brought her home; given her a family, and had trained her—but she found faults in how he ran his circus, his family. Though she kept those thoughts mostly to herself and set out to offset the man’s abrasive tactics the best she could, without overstepping.
She was practicing her routine, tossing a rod of fire into the air, as high as she could, counting the turns she could do before she had to catch the rod, twirling it as it landed in her hands. Last time she had thrown it, she’d missed and had had to clean the ends up of dirt, before immersing them in fuel so they could be lit again. But now, as she danced barefoot, the world seemed to fade away.
The rod left her hands, and she closed her eyes, counting silently—ten, nine, eight, s—flames met with her arm, as she barely caught the rod. She hissed, holding it at arm’s length and opening her eyes, studying how she’d caught it. She’d miscalculated how long it would take the rod to fall back to her. Damn it all.
Every failure strengthened her. She learned every time she failed. A slave stood nearby, ready with fuel and another rod. They were cycling through the different weights until she found the right one for this idea. It needed to be perfect before she presented it to anyone, much less the audience will come.
The Delia that had lived on the street in fear, fallen into the arms of the first man who had shown her false love, removed her from the streets, was fading into the Delia that had burned her husband alive and watched with no other emotion than glee. They were coming together to form Delia, the fire dancer, the Delia who never had to sell her body again—who knew what she was worth.
She claimed the newly lit rod from the slave, passing the now extinguished one-off carefully, she showed the slaves kindness; they were always willing to help her—trust her—and she enjoyed that. She twirled the new rod, lighter, not as long as the one she’d just handed off, so she could get used to its weight. She tossed it into the air, watching it as she counted—six seconds—she committed this to memory and danced.
Her eyes closed as she tossed the flaming rod back into the air, twirling and dancing until she slipped. One hand pressed to the ground to catch herself, as the other raised just in time to catch the rod. Triumphantly, she opened her eyes and grinned as she settled into a seated position toying with the lit rod now. She’d achieved what she was trying to achieve—now it was time for a break.
The slave claimed the lit rod and doused it at her nod. “Thank you for helping me tonight,” she pushed herself upright, fingers briefly rubbing at her new burn, blistered and hot but not as bad as some of them. Waving the slave off, she hardly paid mind to them as they took her equipment back inside.
Nighttime was not just a time to practice, but it was a time to appreciate the sights—the sky filled with stars, the growing excitement over another opening night. Delia allowed her gaze to wander the dark, and she caught sight of Kesi, coming from the general direction of Somgi, which seemed about right—and her lips pursed.
The woman watched the younger girl for a moment or two, before she left her chosen training space, and started towards her. “Kesi, right?” She remembered the girl’s name, but just because she knew who everyone was, didn’t mean Kesi would take well to that fact—not everyone did. She’d learned over the years it was best to frame it as a question; like she had to think about it.
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Sometimes she thought about life with Keelan; maybe if it had been different, if they’d had a child in the year, they were together, perhaps he’d have truly loved her. But the flames, ideas for new performances, ways to use other performers in a performance consumed most of her time. Thoughts of her past, before the circus, rarely stayed for more than a few minutes. And if the thoughts stayed too long, she channeled them into her performances. Fire dance was a good way to get rid of pent up rage.
Delia preferred to practice at nighttime, the flame shone brighter at night, and Somgi was not the most forgiving teacher. The burns on her arms proved that. The first time she’d gotten burned while learning, she’d promised herself she’d never teach another person to dance with fire without first getting them acquainted with the different dances and tools. Somgi had brought her home; given her a family, and had trained her—but she found faults in how he ran his circus, his family. Though she kept those thoughts mostly to herself and set out to offset the man’s abrasive tactics the best she could, without overstepping.
She was practicing her routine, tossing a rod of fire into the air, as high as she could, counting the turns she could do before she had to catch the rod, twirling it as it landed in her hands. Last time she had thrown it, she’d missed and had had to clean the ends up of dirt, before immersing them in fuel so they could be lit again. But now, as she danced barefoot, the world seemed to fade away.
The rod left her hands, and she closed her eyes, counting silently—ten, nine, eight, s—flames met with her arm, as she barely caught the rod. She hissed, holding it at arm’s length and opening her eyes, studying how she’d caught it. She’d miscalculated how long it would take the rod to fall back to her. Damn it all.
Every failure strengthened her. She learned every time she failed. A slave stood nearby, ready with fuel and another rod. They were cycling through the different weights until she found the right one for this idea. It needed to be perfect before she presented it to anyone, much less the audience will come.
The Delia that had lived on the street in fear, fallen into the arms of the first man who had shown her false love, removed her from the streets, was fading into the Delia that had burned her husband alive and watched with no other emotion than glee. They were coming together to form Delia, the fire dancer, the Delia who never had to sell her body again—who knew what she was worth.
She claimed the newly lit rod from the slave, passing the now extinguished one-off carefully, she showed the slaves kindness; they were always willing to help her—trust her—and she enjoyed that. She twirled the new rod, lighter, not as long as the one she’d just handed off, so she could get used to its weight. She tossed it into the air, watching it as she counted—six seconds—she committed this to memory and danced.
Her eyes closed as she tossed the flaming rod back into the air, twirling and dancing until she slipped. One hand pressed to the ground to catch herself, as the other raised just in time to catch the rod. Triumphantly, she opened her eyes and grinned as she settled into a seated position toying with the lit rod now. She’d achieved what she was trying to achieve—now it was time for a break.
The slave claimed the lit rod and doused it at her nod. “Thank you for helping me tonight,” she pushed herself upright, fingers briefly rubbing at her new burn, blistered and hot but not as bad as some of them. Waving the slave off, she hardly paid mind to them as they took her equipment back inside.
Nighttime was not just a time to practice, but it was a time to appreciate the sights—the sky filled with stars, the growing excitement over another opening night. Delia allowed her gaze to wander the dark, and she caught sight of Kesi, coming from the general direction of Somgi, which seemed about right—and her lips pursed.
The woman watched the younger girl for a moment or two, before she left her chosen training space, and started towards her. “Kesi, right?” She remembered the girl’s name, but just because she knew who everyone was, didn’t mean Kesi would take well to that fact—not everyone did. She’d learned over the years it was best to frame it as a question; like she had to think about it.
Sometimes she thought about life with Keelan; maybe if it had been different, if they’d had a child in the year, they were together, perhaps he’d have truly loved her. But the flames, ideas for new performances, ways to use other performers in a performance consumed most of her time. Thoughts of her past, before the circus, rarely stayed for more than a few minutes. And if the thoughts stayed too long, she channeled them into her performances. Fire dance was a good way to get rid of pent up rage.
Delia preferred to practice at nighttime, the flame shone brighter at night, and Somgi was not the most forgiving teacher. The burns on her arms proved that. The first time she’d gotten burned while learning, she’d promised herself she’d never teach another person to dance with fire without first getting them acquainted with the different dances and tools. Somgi had brought her home; given her a family, and had trained her—but she found faults in how he ran his circus, his family. Though she kept those thoughts mostly to herself and set out to offset the man’s abrasive tactics the best she could, without overstepping.
She was practicing her routine, tossing a rod of fire into the air, as high as she could, counting the turns she could do before she had to catch the rod, twirling it as it landed in her hands. Last time she had thrown it, she’d missed and had had to clean the ends up of dirt, before immersing them in fuel so they could be lit again. But now, as she danced barefoot, the world seemed to fade away.
The rod left her hands, and she closed her eyes, counting silently—ten, nine, eight, s—flames met with her arm, as she barely caught the rod. She hissed, holding it at arm’s length and opening her eyes, studying how she’d caught it. She’d miscalculated how long it would take the rod to fall back to her. Damn it all.
Every failure strengthened her. She learned every time she failed. A slave stood nearby, ready with fuel and another rod. They were cycling through the different weights until she found the right one for this idea. It needed to be perfect before she presented it to anyone, much less the audience will come.
The Delia that had lived on the street in fear, fallen into the arms of the first man who had shown her false love, removed her from the streets, was fading into the Delia that had burned her husband alive and watched with no other emotion than glee. They were coming together to form Delia, the fire dancer, the Delia who never had to sell her body again—who knew what she was worth.
She claimed the newly lit rod from the slave, passing the now extinguished one-off carefully, she showed the slaves kindness; they were always willing to help her—trust her—and she enjoyed that. She twirled the new rod, lighter, not as long as the one she’d just handed off, so she could get used to its weight. She tossed it into the air, watching it as she counted—six seconds—she committed this to memory and danced.
Her eyes closed as she tossed the flaming rod back into the air, twirling and dancing until she slipped. One hand pressed to the ground to catch herself, as the other raised just in time to catch the rod. Triumphantly, she opened her eyes and grinned as she settled into a seated position toying with the lit rod now. She’d achieved what she was trying to achieve—now it was time for a break.
The slave claimed the lit rod and doused it at her nod. “Thank you for helping me tonight,” she pushed herself upright, fingers briefly rubbing at her new burn, blistered and hot but not as bad as some of them. Waving the slave off, she hardly paid mind to them as they took her equipment back inside.
Nighttime was not just a time to practice, but it was a time to appreciate the sights—the sky filled with stars, the growing excitement over another opening night. Delia allowed her gaze to wander the dark, and she caught sight of Kesi, coming from the general direction of Somgi, which seemed about right—and her lips pursed.
The woman watched the younger girl for a moment or two, before she left her chosen training space, and started towards her. “Kesi, right?” She remembered the girl’s name, but just because she knew who everyone was, didn’t mean Kesi would take well to that fact—not everyone did. She’d learned over the years it was best to frame it as a question; like she had to think about it.
Her thoughts immediately vanished as soon as she heard a new voice. Kesi, right? The words floated through the air, and her gaze turned to see a beautiful woman stride towards her. Names were something that Kesi didn’t much like. They often confused her and didn’t mean anything to the child. But she knew at least when it came to the circus she would have to do away with that notion. Kesi was trying her best to remember those in the Tempest of Set. They were, after all, her new family.
Delia. Kesi knew this one. She was enamored by the way she danced with fire. It was something Kesi very much wished to do. The way the flame seemed to lick her, never biting, a beast tamed in the hands of the dancer. She controlled it, arching it through the air as if wielding magic of the gods. Delia and her performance was one of the few things that surpassed the child’s expectations. Where so many things fell flat, Delia and her fire was there to wow the girl at every turn.
But Kesi didn’t know what to expect entering a conversation with her. Kesi wasn’t very good at making conversation. She had few friends when her brother was away, and when they had pushed her into the Nile against her wishes her mother made sure that Kesi never saw them again. There was Krieos, the poison master that taught Kesi her craft. But Krieos wasn’t much of a conversationalist himself, and Kesi annoyed the man into teaching her rather than convincing him through silver words. Kesi was… hopeless when it came to talking.
But the child put on a smile and masked the dark thoughts inside. “Hi, Delia!” She said in her chipper voice, excited as she would typically be. Her eyes went down to the woman’s arm. There was a burn there, blistering and fresh. Didn’t that hurt, Kesi wondered? Or was it the magic that this girl had that made it painless? Were burns like the fire she controlled, merely part of her?
Or was this girl just super, super strong?
Dark eyes moved back up to Delia. “Does that hurt?” Kesi wondered aloud. As a part of her inability to speak as one would typically, she rarely filtered her own thoughts. Instead, she allowed them to flow freely from her mind to her lips, always looking to the world with the same childlike wonderment she had at six. “That looks like it really, really hurts. You should talk to Rekhmire.” At those words, Kesi wrinkled her nose. She didn’t much like Rekhmire. He was a bit scary. And worse than scary- Rekhmire was boring. He was so, so serious and Kesi hated that about him. Why be serious when you could just have fun?
Kesi began to rock back and forth on her feet. Maybe Delia stopped Kesi so that she could go fetch Rekhmire. She hoped not. Kesi had been helping the circus a lot lately, at her father’s request. Everything she did felt meaningless and was often met with papa’s belittlement. Did Delia wish to do the same thing to her? Papa probably wouldn’t mind. He didn’t much care about Kesi’s feelings. “I can go get him if you want…” She offered before Delia had the chance to ask. Maybe if she got ahead of Delia’s request she would go to papa and tell her how excellent Kesi was. Maybe he’d praise her. Or better yet, maybe she’d talk about it to Nem! And Nem would be happy too. Biting her lip she tilted her head at the fire dancer. “I can get something for the burn too.”
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Her thoughts immediately vanished as soon as she heard a new voice. Kesi, right? The words floated through the air, and her gaze turned to see a beautiful woman stride towards her. Names were something that Kesi didn’t much like. They often confused her and didn’t mean anything to the child. But she knew at least when it came to the circus she would have to do away with that notion. Kesi was trying her best to remember those in the Tempest of Set. They were, after all, her new family.
Delia. Kesi knew this one. She was enamored by the way she danced with fire. It was something Kesi very much wished to do. The way the flame seemed to lick her, never biting, a beast tamed in the hands of the dancer. She controlled it, arching it through the air as if wielding magic of the gods. Delia and her performance was one of the few things that surpassed the child’s expectations. Where so many things fell flat, Delia and her fire was there to wow the girl at every turn.
But Kesi didn’t know what to expect entering a conversation with her. Kesi wasn’t very good at making conversation. She had few friends when her brother was away, and when they had pushed her into the Nile against her wishes her mother made sure that Kesi never saw them again. There was Krieos, the poison master that taught Kesi her craft. But Krieos wasn’t much of a conversationalist himself, and Kesi annoyed the man into teaching her rather than convincing him through silver words. Kesi was… hopeless when it came to talking.
But the child put on a smile and masked the dark thoughts inside. “Hi, Delia!” She said in her chipper voice, excited as she would typically be. Her eyes went down to the woman’s arm. There was a burn there, blistering and fresh. Didn’t that hurt, Kesi wondered? Or was it the magic that this girl had that made it painless? Were burns like the fire she controlled, merely part of her?
Or was this girl just super, super strong?
Dark eyes moved back up to Delia. “Does that hurt?” Kesi wondered aloud. As a part of her inability to speak as one would typically, she rarely filtered her own thoughts. Instead, she allowed them to flow freely from her mind to her lips, always looking to the world with the same childlike wonderment she had at six. “That looks like it really, really hurts. You should talk to Rekhmire.” At those words, Kesi wrinkled her nose. She didn’t much like Rekhmire. He was a bit scary. And worse than scary- Rekhmire was boring. He was so, so serious and Kesi hated that about him. Why be serious when you could just have fun?
Kesi began to rock back and forth on her feet. Maybe Delia stopped Kesi so that she could go fetch Rekhmire. She hoped not. Kesi had been helping the circus a lot lately, at her father’s request. Everything she did felt meaningless and was often met with papa’s belittlement. Did Delia wish to do the same thing to her? Papa probably wouldn’t mind. He didn’t much care about Kesi’s feelings. “I can go get him if you want…” She offered before Delia had the chance to ask. Maybe if she got ahead of Delia’s request she would go to papa and tell her how excellent Kesi was. Maybe he’d praise her. Or better yet, maybe she’d talk about it to Nem! And Nem would be happy too. Biting her lip she tilted her head at the fire dancer. “I can get something for the burn too.”
Her thoughts immediately vanished as soon as she heard a new voice. Kesi, right? The words floated through the air, and her gaze turned to see a beautiful woman stride towards her. Names were something that Kesi didn’t much like. They often confused her and didn’t mean anything to the child. But she knew at least when it came to the circus she would have to do away with that notion. Kesi was trying her best to remember those in the Tempest of Set. They were, after all, her new family.
Delia. Kesi knew this one. She was enamored by the way she danced with fire. It was something Kesi very much wished to do. The way the flame seemed to lick her, never biting, a beast tamed in the hands of the dancer. She controlled it, arching it through the air as if wielding magic of the gods. Delia and her performance was one of the few things that surpassed the child’s expectations. Where so many things fell flat, Delia and her fire was there to wow the girl at every turn.
But Kesi didn’t know what to expect entering a conversation with her. Kesi wasn’t very good at making conversation. She had few friends when her brother was away, and when they had pushed her into the Nile against her wishes her mother made sure that Kesi never saw them again. There was Krieos, the poison master that taught Kesi her craft. But Krieos wasn’t much of a conversationalist himself, and Kesi annoyed the man into teaching her rather than convincing him through silver words. Kesi was… hopeless when it came to talking.
But the child put on a smile and masked the dark thoughts inside. “Hi, Delia!” She said in her chipper voice, excited as she would typically be. Her eyes went down to the woman’s arm. There was a burn there, blistering and fresh. Didn’t that hurt, Kesi wondered? Or was it the magic that this girl had that made it painless? Were burns like the fire she controlled, merely part of her?
Or was this girl just super, super strong?
Dark eyes moved back up to Delia. “Does that hurt?” Kesi wondered aloud. As a part of her inability to speak as one would typically, she rarely filtered her own thoughts. Instead, she allowed them to flow freely from her mind to her lips, always looking to the world with the same childlike wonderment she had at six. “That looks like it really, really hurts. You should talk to Rekhmire.” At those words, Kesi wrinkled her nose. She didn’t much like Rekhmire. He was a bit scary. And worse than scary- Rekhmire was boring. He was so, so serious and Kesi hated that about him. Why be serious when you could just have fun?
Kesi began to rock back and forth on her feet. Maybe Delia stopped Kesi so that she could go fetch Rekhmire. She hoped not. Kesi had been helping the circus a lot lately, at her father’s request. Everything she did felt meaningless and was often met with papa’s belittlement. Did Delia wish to do the same thing to her? Papa probably wouldn’t mind. He didn’t much care about Kesi’s feelings. “I can go get him if you want…” She offered before Delia had the chance to ask. Maybe if she got ahead of Delia’s request she would go to papa and tell her how excellent Kesi was. Maybe he’d praise her. Or better yet, maybe she’d talk about it to Nem! And Nem would be happy too. Biting her lip she tilted her head at the fire dancer. “I can get something for the burn too.”
Delia grinned as the girl excitedly greeted her. Then Kesi addressed the burn, and Delia shrugged. “It hurts a little.” When Kesi mentioned Rekhmire, Delia caught the wrinkle of the younger girl’s nose, and chuckled warmly. Rekhmire wasn’t the most interesting person to be around, so she couldn’t blame the girl for that reaction.
Being noticed had brightened Kesi right up. Then Kesi was offering to retrieve Rekhmire for her, and something for her burn, and she shook her head. “No, no. No need to run off. I was coming to invite you for tea in my tent.” She offered her hand out. Not the one with the fresh burn that Kesi was so worried over.
“I’ve got some salve in my tent for the burn. I get burned so often,” she nodded to her bare arms, patches of burned skin, “that it makes more sense for me to learn to take care of my burns myself, than to take Rekhmire and his knowledge away from somebody else who might need it.” She was always putting other people above herself, though she never lacked for anything.
Though, she knew if the burn was second or third degree, she would need help in taking care of it, but it had been ages since she’d gotten a burn that bad. “You know, Kesi, has anyone told you lately that you’re doing a good job, helping around the circus?” The woman arched a brow, studying her.
“Because if they haven’t, they should. Tell me, what’ve you done today and for who?” She inquired. Assuming the younger girl was going to willingly follow to her tent, she led the way slowly, watching the sky as she walked. The stars were like little windows to the gods and deserved to be looked upon.
As they reached her tent, she reached to pull the tarp back and nod for Kesi to enter first. “How are you liking the circus? Have you figured out what you want to do yet?” She expected a child of Somgi to eventually take part as a performer, obviously. It just made sense. For Delia, what she would do had been easy; flames had sent her here, so flames she would worship. It also felt like the perfect way to worship both Set and Sekhmet. Flames were chaotic and unforgiving masters.
But she understood that sometimes people did not understand what they could do—or wanted to do—until it suddenly found them. She also understood that it must be hard to be a child of Somgi. His inattentive way of running the circus was not pleasant for anyone involved. She vaguely wondered if he was inattentive with his daughter and quickly decided she’d have to do her best to attend to Kesi.
The circus might seem to revolve around the ringmaster, but Delia knew what was broken, what needed to be fixed… So much, there was much that needed to change but nobody to listen. So until the day someone listened, she’d do what she could. Even if the only thing she could do was take an interest in each individual she shared her home with.
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Delia grinned as the girl excitedly greeted her. Then Kesi addressed the burn, and Delia shrugged. “It hurts a little.” When Kesi mentioned Rekhmire, Delia caught the wrinkle of the younger girl’s nose, and chuckled warmly. Rekhmire wasn’t the most interesting person to be around, so she couldn’t blame the girl for that reaction.
Being noticed had brightened Kesi right up. Then Kesi was offering to retrieve Rekhmire for her, and something for her burn, and she shook her head. “No, no. No need to run off. I was coming to invite you for tea in my tent.” She offered her hand out. Not the one with the fresh burn that Kesi was so worried over.
“I’ve got some salve in my tent for the burn. I get burned so often,” she nodded to her bare arms, patches of burned skin, “that it makes more sense for me to learn to take care of my burns myself, than to take Rekhmire and his knowledge away from somebody else who might need it.” She was always putting other people above herself, though she never lacked for anything.
Though, she knew if the burn was second or third degree, she would need help in taking care of it, but it had been ages since she’d gotten a burn that bad. “You know, Kesi, has anyone told you lately that you’re doing a good job, helping around the circus?” The woman arched a brow, studying her.
“Because if they haven’t, they should. Tell me, what’ve you done today and for who?” She inquired. Assuming the younger girl was going to willingly follow to her tent, she led the way slowly, watching the sky as she walked. The stars were like little windows to the gods and deserved to be looked upon.
As they reached her tent, she reached to pull the tarp back and nod for Kesi to enter first. “How are you liking the circus? Have you figured out what you want to do yet?” She expected a child of Somgi to eventually take part as a performer, obviously. It just made sense. For Delia, what she would do had been easy; flames had sent her here, so flames she would worship. It also felt like the perfect way to worship both Set and Sekhmet. Flames were chaotic and unforgiving masters.
But she understood that sometimes people did not understand what they could do—or wanted to do—until it suddenly found them. She also understood that it must be hard to be a child of Somgi. His inattentive way of running the circus was not pleasant for anyone involved. She vaguely wondered if he was inattentive with his daughter and quickly decided she’d have to do her best to attend to Kesi.
The circus might seem to revolve around the ringmaster, but Delia knew what was broken, what needed to be fixed… So much, there was much that needed to change but nobody to listen. So until the day someone listened, she’d do what she could. Even if the only thing she could do was take an interest in each individual she shared her home with.
Delia grinned as the girl excitedly greeted her. Then Kesi addressed the burn, and Delia shrugged. “It hurts a little.” When Kesi mentioned Rekhmire, Delia caught the wrinkle of the younger girl’s nose, and chuckled warmly. Rekhmire wasn’t the most interesting person to be around, so she couldn’t blame the girl for that reaction.
Being noticed had brightened Kesi right up. Then Kesi was offering to retrieve Rekhmire for her, and something for her burn, and she shook her head. “No, no. No need to run off. I was coming to invite you for tea in my tent.” She offered her hand out. Not the one with the fresh burn that Kesi was so worried over.
“I’ve got some salve in my tent for the burn. I get burned so often,” she nodded to her bare arms, patches of burned skin, “that it makes more sense for me to learn to take care of my burns myself, than to take Rekhmire and his knowledge away from somebody else who might need it.” She was always putting other people above herself, though she never lacked for anything.
Though, she knew if the burn was second or third degree, she would need help in taking care of it, but it had been ages since she’d gotten a burn that bad. “You know, Kesi, has anyone told you lately that you’re doing a good job, helping around the circus?” The woman arched a brow, studying her.
“Because if they haven’t, they should. Tell me, what’ve you done today and for who?” She inquired. Assuming the younger girl was going to willingly follow to her tent, she led the way slowly, watching the sky as she walked. The stars were like little windows to the gods and deserved to be looked upon.
As they reached her tent, she reached to pull the tarp back and nod for Kesi to enter first. “How are you liking the circus? Have you figured out what you want to do yet?” She expected a child of Somgi to eventually take part as a performer, obviously. It just made sense. For Delia, what she would do had been easy; flames had sent her here, so flames she would worship. It also felt like the perfect way to worship both Set and Sekhmet. Flames were chaotic and unforgiving masters.
But she understood that sometimes people did not understand what they could do—or wanted to do—until it suddenly found them. She also understood that it must be hard to be a child of Somgi. His inattentive way of running the circus was not pleasant for anyone involved. She vaguely wondered if he was inattentive with his daughter and quickly decided she’d have to do her best to attend to Kesi.
The circus might seem to revolve around the ringmaster, but Delia knew what was broken, what needed to be fixed… So much, there was much that needed to change but nobody to listen. So until the day someone listened, she’d do what she could. Even if the only thing she could do was take an interest in each individual she shared her home with.
You know, Kesi, has anyone told you you’re doing a good job, helping around the circus?
That one sentence ringed in Kesi’s mind over and over again. There was little Kesi wanted in this world. Really, it was just two things. The first, and most important, was her brother’s happiness. She would do anything for her brother. She was his until the day she died. But the second, and perhaps the most secret of Kesi’s desires, was the need for acknowledgment. Kesi worked hard every day. She was the first one awake and the last one to sleep. Her father never had to ask twice. He would give her an order and she would follow it like the ever dutiful daughter she was. But never had Somgi even given her a thank you. Never had he given her a compliment, or told his daughter that he was proud of her.
That’s all Kesi wanted. She just wanted to hear that she was doing a good job. She didn’t care for money, or for riches, or for fame. She just… needed the acknowledgment that her hard work was for something. Kesi wasn’t a slave, she wasn’t a nobody. She was a person who cared for this circus and wanted it to succeed. And with its success… she wanted her papa to be proud.
Kesi felt warm. It was odd, seeing as they were in the middle of the desert in Spring. She hadn’t even realized she was cold. But the mere presence of Delia was like a comforting fire after a long day. She followed her without even thinking to her tent and sat upon one of the pillows in it like it was her home.
Which… in a way it was, right? The circus was everyone’s home. And for the first time, Kesi thought this. This was… home.
“I did lots!” Kesi said with wide-excitement. “I woke up before the sun was even up! I beat Ra! I helped the slaves gather everything for breakfast. And then papa wanted me to run to the market so I went there and bought a whole bunch of things for the circus. It took a bit because I was alone and it was lots of stuff. I had to do a couple of trips. Oh, then I helped Lapis with her new costume. Then I went and I trained with the acrobats a bit. But then papa wanted me to clean the lion cages. So then I cleaned that and I had to wash myself because I was gross. But then I trained some more before papa wanted me to help get stuff ready for dinner. So then I did that. Then I had to make papa his tea. That always takes a bit.” Usually, Kesi had to sit in the corner in silence as her father drinks it. She would keep her head down and wait until he hit her or dismissed her. “Then I ran into you!”
It was nice to talk. Usually, she only had her brother to talk to. Delia was nice! She wasn’t a bully! This was good. Kesi really, really didn’t like bullies. They were mean. But at the question of the circus, Kesi hesitated. “I like the circus,” She said after a beat. “Big brother is here. I missed him so much.” That much was true. Everything else was…
Well, Kesi didn’t have her place in it. But she will, right? She just had to work hard. Her father would eventually see her potential. He has to. “I’m training with the acrobats right now. But I’m super busy. I’m helping papa a lot. But they’re really cool. The Clique is so amazing, I hope one day I’m as good as you guys.”
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You know, Kesi, has anyone told you you’re doing a good job, helping around the circus?
That one sentence ringed in Kesi’s mind over and over again. There was little Kesi wanted in this world. Really, it was just two things. The first, and most important, was her brother’s happiness. She would do anything for her brother. She was his until the day she died. But the second, and perhaps the most secret of Kesi’s desires, was the need for acknowledgment. Kesi worked hard every day. She was the first one awake and the last one to sleep. Her father never had to ask twice. He would give her an order and she would follow it like the ever dutiful daughter she was. But never had Somgi even given her a thank you. Never had he given her a compliment, or told his daughter that he was proud of her.
That’s all Kesi wanted. She just wanted to hear that she was doing a good job. She didn’t care for money, or for riches, or for fame. She just… needed the acknowledgment that her hard work was for something. Kesi wasn’t a slave, she wasn’t a nobody. She was a person who cared for this circus and wanted it to succeed. And with its success… she wanted her papa to be proud.
Kesi felt warm. It was odd, seeing as they were in the middle of the desert in Spring. She hadn’t even realized she was cold. But the mere presence of Delia was like a comforting fire after a long day. She followed her without even thinking to her tent and sat upon one of the pillows in it like it was her home.
Which… in a way it was, right? The circus was everyone’s home. And for the first time, Kesi thought this. This was… home.
“I did lots!” Kesi said with wide-excitement. “I woke up before the sun was even up! I beat Ra! I helped the slaves gather everything for breakfast. And then papa wanted me to run to the market so I went there and bought a whole bunch of things for the circus. It took a bit because I was alone and it was lots of stuff. I had to do a couple of trips. Oh, then I helped Lapis with her new costume. Then I went and I trained with the acrobats a bit. But then papa wanted me to clean the lion cages. So then I cleaned that and I had to wash myself because I was gross. But then I trained some more before papa wanted me to help get stuff ready for dinner. So then I did that. Then I had to make papa his tea. That always takes a bit.” Usually, Kesi had to sit in the corner in silence as her father drinks it. She would keep her head down and wait until he hit her or dismissed her. “Then I ran into you!”
It was nice to talk. Usually, she only had her brother to talk to. Delia was nice! She wasn’t a bully! This was good. Kesi really, really didn’t like bullies. They were mean. But at the question of the circus, Kesi hesitated. “I like the circus,” She said after a beat. “Big brother is here. I missed him so much.” That much was true. Everything else was…
Well, Kesi didn’t have her place in it. But she will, right? She just had to work hard. Her father would eventually see her potential. He has to. “I’m training with the acrobats right now. But I’m super busy. I’m helping papa a lot. But they’re really cool. The Clique is so amazing, I hope one day I’m as good as you guys.”
You know, Kesi, has anyone told you you’re doing a good job, helping around the circus?
That one sentence ringed in Kesi’s mind over and over again. There was little Kesi wanted in this world. Really, it was just two things. The first, and most important, was her brother’s happiness. She would do anything for her brother. She was his until the day she died. But the second, and perhaps the most secret of Kesi’s desires, was the need for acknowledgment. Kesi worked hard every day. She was the first one awake and the last one to sleep. Her father never had to ask twice. He would give her an order and she would follow it like the ever dutiful daughter she was. But never had Somgi even given her a thank you. Never had he given her a compliment, or told his daughter that he was proud of her.
That’s all Kesi wanted. She just wanted to hear that she was doing a good job. She didn’t care for money, or for riches, or for fame. She just… needed the acknowledgment that her hard work was for something. Kesi wasn’t a slave, she wasn’t a nobody. She was a person who cared for this circus and wanted it to succeed. And with its success… she wanted her papa to be proud.
Kesi felt warm. It was odd, seeing as they were in the middle of the desert in Spring. She hadn’t even realized she was cold. But the mere presence of Delia was like a comforting fire after a long day. She followed her without even thinking to her tent and sat upon one of the pillows in it like it was her home.
Which… in a way it was, right? The circus was everyone’s home. And for the first time, Kesi thought this. This was… home.
“I did lots!” Kesi said with wide-excitement. “I woke up before the sun was even up! I beat Ra! I helped the slaves gather everything for breakfast. And then papa wanted me to run to the market so I went there and bought a whole bunch of things for the circus. It took a bit because I was alone and it was lots of stuff. I had to do a couple of trips. Oh, then I helped Lapis with her new costume. Then I went and I trained with the acrobats a bit. But then papa wanted me to clean the lion cages. So then I cleaned that and I had to wash myself because I was gross. But then I trained some more before papa wanted me to help get stuff ready for dinner. So then I did that. Then I had to make papa his tea. That always takes a bit.” Usually, Kesi had to sit in the corner in silence as her father drinks it. She would keep her head down and wait until he hit her or dismissed her. “Then I ran into you!”
It was nice to talk. Usually, she only had her brother to talk to. Delia was nice! She wasn’t a bully! This was good. Kesi really, really didn’t like bullies. They were mean. But at the question of the circus, Kesi hesitated. “I like the circus,” She said after a beat. “Big brother is here. I missed him so much.” That much was true. Everything else was…
Well, Kesi didn’t have her place in it. But she will, right? She just had to work hard. Her father would eventually see her potential. He has to. “I’m training with the acrobats right now. But I’m super busy. I’m helping papa a lot. But they’re really cool. The Clique is so amazing, I hope one day I’m as good as you guys.”
It almost broke her heart when her question was answered with such excitement, that told the woman that Kesi received very little praise for her achievements. That wasn’t something special to the girl, though. It was a rampant issue throughout the entire circus.
Delia grew up in a household where she wanted for nothing and received as much praise as her parents could give upon her. She wanted everyone to receive praise that way—and this was how many of her conversations with the Tempest of Set performers, slaves, or otherwise, began.
‘What did you do today?’ It was such a meaningful little question that was often overlooked. She had even asked the slave that had held her equipment tonight, how their day had gone—and she’d received a response. Not out of fear, but because she had asked.
She listened closely, as she claimed a small bowl with cloth covering the top, it held the salve for her burns, and next to it rested bandages. She didn’t seem concerned or upset when the girl claimed a spot on the floor, on one of the many cushions that littered the room. As she spread the salve over her burn, she turned to face Kesi, nodding and waiting—she couldn’t get a word in edge-wise, but her smile never faltered. She was a patient woman, unless it came to the fact the circus was crumbling, and no one was doing anything about it.
Finally, Kesi took a break. “Wow, Kesi! That’s a much busier day than I had,” she stated, reaching for the bandages to wrap her wrist. She tore the bandage with her teeth, and ensured it’d stay put, before she focused entirely on her guest.
The girl hesitated—‘I like the circus,’ Delia expected a ‘but’, however one did not come. Instead, Kesi began talking about her brother, and she nodded, thoughtfully. “Kesi, you know, you can tell me anything you don’t like about the circus—or anyone.” Now that her arm was taken care of, she moved to settle next to Kesi, cross-legged on a pillow.
“You can come here, to my tent and tell me anything. I don’t care if I’m asleep. You can wake me up, I won’t be mad.” That was the truth, Delia extended that to almost everyone in the circus, though very few took her invitation at its value.
And then, Kesi was addressing her training, and complimenting The Clique. “Well, it took a bit of work. And you are super busy,” she pursed her lips in thought, briefly irritated with the information she was garnering. Somgi was keeping the girl busy, from training to find her place in the circus, and that did not settle well with Delia.
“Next time your father gives you chores, and you might need help, come find me.” She grinned, and reached for a small, metal fan with a variety of places to wrap fabric and immerse in fuel before lighting. It was sentimental, only because it had been the first thing she had learned with. “I don’t get to do a lot of chores lately, so I’d love a reason to skip training.” She stated, with a smile, leaning to whisper: “But that’s our secret, okay?”
She held the fan up, “Kesi, you know, it takes a lot of hard work to get in the Clique. But I think you can do it, one day.” She held the fan out, intricately woven metal, “Would you like me to help you train?” She inquired, without putting much thought into the question.
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It almost broke her heart when her question was answered with such excitement, that told the woman that Kesi received very little praise for her achievements. That wasn’t something special to the girl, though. It was a rampant issue throughout the entire circus.
Delia grew up in a household where she wanted for nothing and received as much praise as her parents could give upon her. She wanted everyone to receive praise that way—and this was how many of her conversations with the Tempest of Set performers, slaves, or otherwise, began.
‘What did you do today?’ It was such a meaningful little question that was often overlooked. She had even asked the slave that had held her equipment tonight, how their day had gone—and she’d received a response. Not out of fear, but because she had asked.
She listened closely, as she claimed a small bowl with cloth covering the top, it held the salve for her burns, and next to it rested bandages. She didn’t seem concerned or upset when the girl claimed a spot on the floor, on one of the many cushions that littered the room. As she spread the salve over her burn, she turned to face Kesi, nodding and waiting—she couldn’t get a word in edge-wise, but her smile never faltered. She was a patient woman, unless it came to the fact the circus was crumbling, and no one was doing anything about it.
Finally, Kesi took a break. “Wow, Kesi! That’s a much busier day than I had,” she stated, reaching for the bandages to wrap her wrist. She tore the bandage with her teeth, and ensured it’d stay put, before she focused entirely on her guest.
The girl hesitated—‘I like the circus,’ Delia expected a ‘but’, however one did not come. Instead, Kesi began talking about her brother, and she nodded, thoughtfully. “Kesi, you know, you can tell me anything you don’t like about the circus—or anyone.” Now that her arm was taken care of, she moved to settle next to Kesi, cross-legged on a pillow.
“You can come here, to my tent and tell me anything. I don’t care if I’m asleep. You can wake me up, I won’t be mad.” That was the truth, Delia extended that to almost everyone in the circus, though very few took her invitation at its value.
And then, Kesi was addressing her training, and complimenting The Clique. “Well, it took a bit of work. And you are super busy,” she pursed her lips in thought, briefly irritated with the information she was garnering. Somgi was keeping the girl busy, from training to find her place in the circus, and that did not settle well with Delia.
“Next time your father gives you chores, and you might need help, come find me.” She grinned, and reached for a small, metal fan with a variety of places to wrap fabric and immerse in fuel before lighting. It was sentimental, only because it had been the first thing she had learned with. “I don’t get to do a lot of chores lately, so I’d love a reason to skip training.” She stated, with a smile, leaning to whisper: “But that’s our secret, okay?”
She held the fan up, “Kesi, you know, it takes a lot of hard work to get in the Clique. But I think you can do it, one day.” She held the fan out, intricately woven metal, “Would you like me to help you train?” She inquired, without putting much thought into the question.
It almost broke her heart when her question was answered with such excitement, that told the woman that Kesi received very little praise for her achievements. That wasn’t something special to the girl, though. It was a rampant issue throughout the entire circus.
Delia grew up in a household where she wanted for nothing and received as much praise as her parents could give upon her. She wanted everyone to receive praise that way—and this was how many of her conversations with the Tempest of Set performers, slaves, or otherwise, began.
‘What did you do today?’ It was such a meaningful little question that was often overlooked. She had even asked the slave that had held her equipment tonight, how their day had gone—and she’d received a response. Not out of fear, but because she had asked.
She listened closely, as she claimed a small bowl with cloth covering the top, it held the salve for her burns, and next to it rested bandages. She didn’t seem concerned or upset when the girl claimed a spot on the floor, on one of the many cushions that littered the room. As she spread the salve over her burn, she turned to face Kesi, nodding and waiting—she couldn’t get a word in edge-wise, but her smile never faltered. She was a patient woman, unless it came to the fact the circus was crumbling, and no one was doing anything about it.
Finally, Kesi took a break. “Wow, Kesi! That’s a much busier day than I had,” she stated, reaching for the bandages to wrap her wrist. She tore the bandage with her teeth, and ensured it’d stay put, before she focused entirely on her guest.
The girl hesitated—‘I like the circus,’ Delia expected a ‘but’, however one did not come. Instead, Kesi began talking about her brother, and she nodded, thoughtfully. “Kesi, you know, you can tell me anything you don’t like about the circus—or anyone.” Now that her arm was taken care of, she moved to settle next to Kesi, cross-legged on a pillow.
“You can come here, to my tent and tell me anything. I don’t care if I’m asleep. You can wake me up, I won’t be mad.” That was the truth, Delia extended that to almost everyone in the circus, though very few took her invitation at its value.
And then, Kesi was addressing her training, and complimenting The Clique. “Well, it took a bit of work. And you are super busy,” she pursed her lips in thought, briefly irritated with the information she was garnering. Somgi was keeping the girl busy, from training to find her place in the circus, and that did not settle well with Delia.
“Next time your father gives you chores, and you might need help, come find me.” She grinned, and reached for a small, metal fan with a variety of places to wrap fabric and immerse in fuel before lighting. It was sentimental, only because it had been the first thing she had learned with. “I don’t get to do a lot of chores lately, so I’d love a reason to skip training.” She stated, with a smile, leaning to whisper: “But that’s our secret, okay?”
She held the fan up, “Kesi, you know, it takes a lot of hard work to get in the Clique. But I think you can do it, one day.” She held the fan out, intricately woven metal, “Would you like me to help you train?” She inquired, without putting much thought into the question.
This girl was so nice. Kesi was almost dizzy with how kind Delia was. Kesi never encountered someone like this before. Even Krieos who helped Kesi learn poisons required pestering and came with a price. But she was offering to help Kesi with her chores? She was offering to help her train? She was asking her questions and encouraging her?
This was… well, a lot for the girl. She felt a little overwhelmed. Suddenly Kesi really wanted her brother. Was this alright? Could she talk to someone other than Nem? Kesi never really had the opportunity before. She really only ever had Nem and mama. But Nem was her most trusted companion. Nem knew all of Kesi’s worries and woes. He knew all of her desires. He knew what Kesi liked, and what Kesi disliked. He knew everything.
Kesi, you know you can tell me anything you don’t like in the circus- or anyone.
I don’t like my papa, she wanted to say. I don’t like how he hurts me and mama. I don’t like how Nem has had to protect me by taking papa’s punches before. I don’t like how I have to do everything for him.
But Kesi couldn’t tell Delia any of that. Delia could do nothing, and all that would happen is more pain. Kesi had to be a big girl and handle all of this in silence. She had to keep her fear to herself, and her anger to herself… and her sadness to herself. Instead, Kesi will wish those bad feelings away. She will be happier! She will be excited.
“I’d love the help!” Kesi smiled largely. “That would be fun! That would make things be so much b-” She cut off. Papa wouldn’t be too happy if Delia wasn’t doing her training to help Kesi. Even if Kesi kept it a secret, papa would notice, wouldn’t he?
The child chewed her lip. “I would love help. But you should do the training. It’s okay! I can handle it. It’s part of being part of the circus, no?” She didn’t want to say it was because papa would be mad. She didn’t want Delia to get the wrong impression. What if she told him about this conversation? Papa would be disappointed in Kesi, and that would be the worst thing in the world. Well… second worst thing. If Delia went to Nem that would be really bad because then it looked like Kesi was weak and couldn’t handle things. And then it would be Nem that was disappointed and that was the real worst thing.
But as far as Kesi’s own training went, her eyes lit up brighter than all of Delia’s fires. “I would love it if you trained me though. I want to dance with fires as you do! It’s so pretty! You are like the gods! Like Sekhmet! Your acts are one of my very favorite acts. It’s not just a show watching you dance. But it’s like you control light itself! I wish I could do that!” But at the rate her father had been working Kesi, she doubted she’d ever be able to perform. The stage was destined for Nem, and Kesi will forever be relegated to mucking cages and fetching things from the market.
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This girl was so nice. Kesi was almost dizzy with how kind Delia was. Kesi never encountered someone like this before. Even Krieos who helped Kesi learn poisons required pestering and came with a price. But she was offering to help Kesi with her chores? She was offering to help her train? She was asking her questions and encouraging her?
This was… well, a lot for the girl. She felt a little overwhelmed. Suddenly Kesi really wanted her brother. Was this alright? Could she talk to someone other than Nem? Kesi never really had the opportunity before. She really only ever had Nem and mama. But Nem was her most trusted companion. Nem knew all of Kesi’s worries and woes. He knew all of her desires. He knew what Kesi liked, and what Kesi disliked. He knew everything.
Kesi, you know you can tell me anything you don’t like in the circus- or anyone.
I don’t like my papa, she wanted to say. I don’t like how he hurts me and mama. I don’t like how Nem has had to protect me by taking papa’s punches before. I don’t like how I have to do everything for him.
But Kesi couldn’t tell Delia any of that. Delia could do nothing, and all that would happen is more pain. Kesi had to be a big girl and handle all of this in silence. She had to keep her fear to herself, and her anger to herself… and her sadness to herself. Instead, Kesi will wish those bad feelings away. She will be happier! She will be excited.
“I’d love the help!” Kesi smiled largely. “That would be fun! That would make things be so much b-” She cut off. Papa wouldn’t be too happy if Delia wasn’t doing her training to help Kesi. Even if Kesi kept it a secret, papa would notice, wouldn’t he?
The child chewed her lip. “I would love help. But you should do the training. It’s okay! I can handle it. It’s part of being part of the circus, no?” She didn’t want to say it was because papa would be mad. She didn’t want Delia to get the wrong impression. What if she told him about this conversation? Papa would be disappointed in Kesi, and that would be the worst thing in the world. Well… second worst thing. If Delia went to Nem that would be really bad because then it looked like Kesi was weak and couldn’t handle things. And then it would be Nem that was disappointed and that was the real worst thing.
But as far as Kesi’s own training went, her eyes lit up brighter than all of Delia’s fires. “I would love it if you trained me though. I want to dance with fires as you do! It’s so pretty! You are like the gods! Like Sekhmet! Your acts are one of my very favorite acts. It’s not just a show watching you dance. But it’s like you control light itself! I wish I could do that!” But at the rate her father had been working Kesi, she doubted she’d ever be able to perform. The stage was destined for Nem, and Kesi will forever be relegated to mucking cages and fetching things from the market.
This girl was so nice. Kesi was almost dizzy with how kind Delia was. Kesi never encountered someone like this before. Even Krieos who helped Kesi learn poisons required pestering and came with a price. But she was offering to help Kesi with her chores? She was offering to help her train? She was asking her questions and encouraging her?
This was… well, a lot for the girl. She felt a little overwhelmed. Suddenly Kesi really wanted her brother. Was this alright? Could she talk to someone other than Nem? Kesi never really had the opportunity before. She really only ever had Nem and mama. But Nem was her most trusted companion. Nem knew all of Kesi’s worries and woes. He knew all of her desires. He knew what Kesi liked, and what Kesi disliked. He knew everything.
Kesi, you know you can tell me anything you don’t like in the circus- or anyone.
I don’t like my papa, she wanted to say. I don’t like how he hurts me and mama. I don’t like how Nem has had to protect me by taking papa’s punches before. I don’t like how I have to do everything for him.
But Kesi couldn’t tell Delia any of that. Delia could do nothing, and all that would happen is more pain. Kesi had to be a big girl and handle all of this in silence. She had to keep her fear to herself, and her anger to herself… and her sadness to herself. Instead, Kesi will wish those bad feelings away. She will be happier! She will be excited.
“I’d love the help!” Kesi smiled largely. “That would be fun! That would make things be so much b-” She cut off. Papa wouldn’t be too happy if Delia wasn’t doing her training to help Kesi. Even if Kesi kept it a secret, papa would notice, wouldn’t he?
The child chewed her lip. “I would love help. But you should do the training. It’s okay! I can handle it. It’s part of being part of the circus, no?” She didn’t want to say it was because papa would be mad. She didn’t want Delia to get the wrong impression. What if she told him about this conversation? Papa would be disappointed in Kesi, and that would be the worst thing in the world. Well… second worst thing. If Delia went to Nem that would be really bad because then it looked like Kesi was weak and couldn’t handle things. And then it would be Nem that was disappointed and that was the real worst thing.
But as far as Kesi’s own training went, her eyes lit up brighter than all of Delia’s fires. “I would love it if you trained me though. I want to dance with fires as you do! It’s so pretty! You are like the gods! Like Sekhmet! Your acts are one of my very favorite acts. It’s not just a show watching you dance. But it’s like you control light itself! I wish I could do that!” But at the rate her father had been working Kesi, she doubted she’d ever be able to perform. The stage was destined for Nem, and Kesi will forever be relegated to mucking cages and fetching things from the market.
Delia studied Kesi, her smile faltered when the child began to overthink—to consider reasons she shouldn’t come to Delia for help. Training, blah, blah, blah. She chuckled quietly, shaking her head, “There’s more to the circus than just doing chores, you know.” She reached out to run her fingers through the other’s hair, “But there’s also more to it than just training. What kind of family is the circus, if we don’t each help with every part? Training and chores,” she shrugged and offered a smile. “Family makes time to help each other, play with each other, and build each other up.”
She couldn’t help but wonder what the child was hiding. But there was no need to press for information. Everything always came out, eventually. And then, happy-go-lucky Kesi was back, excited as ever about the offer to train together, and a genuine smile found Delia’s features, even reaching her eyes. Though it didn’t stop her worrying, the child in front of her was lacking for praise, and so much more.
“Oh, Kesi,” she laughed, shaking her head. “I’m not a god, I’m just talented.” I pray you’ll forgive a child’s innocence, Sekhmet. She didn’t scold the girl for the comparison, just gently corrected her. “Do you know why I dance with fire? Has anybody told you how the circus became my home?” Most didn’t talk about Delia’s past amongst themselves, though she was not shy about her past. It was just her story to tell.
So, it was safe for her to assume that the answer to her question would be no, and tell the story herself. “I was born in Athenia, and I lived with my mother and father until I was sixteen. We were wealthy, my father was a merchant, but… when I was sixteen, a fire took my home—and my parents—away.” She shifted on the pillows, toying with the fan she’d picked up.
“Instead of asking for help, I lived on the streets. I stole to get food, and I was always dirty, but one day…” She hated talking about Keelan. But it was a lesson well learned. “…I met a man named Keelan. He was nice to me. Well, at first. Once we married, Keelan did not treat me very nice anymore.” Simplified. Always simplified.
Delia cleared her throat, still fiddling with the fan. “I stayed with him for about a year, praying to the wrong gods to get away from him—and one day, our home caught on fire. I got out, but he died. I think it was Sekhmet’s way of telling me she had heard me—that fire was my answer. And… when I first came to Egypt, I was still living on the streets, picking pockets; I was never very good at it, though. But the circus was performing one day…” She grinned, “…I saw your father, and the flames, and I just knew I belonged here. Every time I light up a staff, or a fan, I am telling Sekhmet how thankful I am that she led me home.”
She held up the fan, twirling it slowly. “And then when I started, I had to ask for a lot of help. And look where I am now. Asking for help isn’t a bad thing, okay? Even if Somgi likes to act like it is,” she scrunched her nose at the girl, “what he doesn’t know, he can’t be mad about.”
She drifted into silence, studying the child in front of her, twirling the fan idly, “You know, Kesi, I think the circus has forgotten how to be a family. I don’t think we play enough, or help each other enough.” Or train enough, in some people’s cases. She couldn’t help the thought. There was more to support the idea that the circus had forgotten how to be a family; how to function. But Delia would not dive that deep with a child who was obviously in need of a friend.
“One day, when the circus remembers what it is to be family, I’ll teach you to dance with fire. But for now—for now, would you like to tell me what you’ve learned with the acrobats?” Giving Kesi control over their conversation was important.
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Delia studied Kesi, her smile faltered when the child began to overthink—to consider reasons she shouldn’t come to Delia for help. Training, blah, blah, blah. She chuckled quietly, shaking her head, “There’s more to the circus than just doing chores, you know.” She reached out to run her fingers through the other’s hair, “But there’s also more to it than just training. What kind of family is the circus, if we don’t each help with every part? Training and chores,” she shrugged and offered a smile. “Family makes time to help each other, play with each other, and build each other up.”
She couldn’t help but wonder what the child was hiding. But there was no need to press for information. Everything always came out, eventually. And then, happy-go-lucky Kesi was back, excited as ever about the offer to train together, and a genuine smile found Delia’s features, even reaching her eyes. Though it didn’t stop her worrying, the child in front of her was lacking for praise, and so much more.
“Oh, Kesi,” she laughed, shaking her head. “I’m not a god, I’m just talented.” I pray you’ll forgive a child’s innocence, Sekhmet. She didn’t scold the girl for the comparison, just gently corrected her. “Do you know why I dance with fire? Has anybody told you how the circus became my home?” Most didn’t talk about Delia’s past amongst themselves, though she was not shy about her past. It was just her story to tell.
So, it was safe for her to assume that the answer to her question would be no, and tell the story herself. “I was born in Athenia, and I lived with my mother and father until I was sixteen. We were wealthy, my father was a merchant, but… when I was sixteen, a fire took my home—and my parents—away.” She shifted on the pillows, toying with the fan she’d picked up.
“Instead of asking for help, I lived on the streets. I stole to get food, and I was always dirty, but one day…” She hated talking about Keelan. But it was a lesson well learned. “…I met a man named Keelan. He was nice to me. Well, at first. Once we married, Keelan did not treat me very nice anymore.” Simplified. Always simplified.
Delia cleared her throat, still fiddling with the fan. “I stayed with him for about a year, praying to the wrong gods to get away from him—and one day, our home caught on fire. I got out, but he died. I think it was Sekhmet’s way of telling me she had heard me—that fire was my answer. And… when I first came to Egypt, I was still living on the streets, picking pockets; I was never very good at it, though. But the circus was performing one day…” She grinned, “…I saw your father, and the flames, and I just knew I belonged here. Every time I light up a staff, or a fan, I am telling Sekhmet how thankful I am that she led me home.”
She held up the fan, twirling it slowly. “And then when I started, I had to ask for a lot of help. And look where I am now. Asking for help isn’t a bad thing, okay? Even if Somgi likes to act like it is,” she scrunched her nose at the girl, “what he doesn’t know, he can’t be mad about.”
She drifted into silence, studying the child in front of her, twirling the fan idly, “You know, Kesi, I think the circus has forgotten how to be a family. I don’t think we play enough, or help each other enough.” Or train enough, in some people’s cases. She couldn’t help the thought. There was more to support the idea that the circus had forgotten how to be a family; how to function. But Delia would not dive that deep with a child who was obviously in need of a friend.
“One day, when the circus remembers what it is to be family, I’ll teach you to dance with fire. But for now—for now, would you like to tell me what you’ve learned with the acrobats?” Giving Kesi control over their conversation was important.
Delia studied Kesi, her smile faltered when the child began to overthink—to consider reasons she shouldn’t come to Delia for help. Training, blah, blah, blah. She chuckled quietly, shaking her head, “There’s more to the circus than just doing chores, you know.” She reached out to run her fingers through the other’s hair, “But there’s also more to it than just training. What kind of family is the circus, if we don’t each help with every part? Training and chores,” she shrugged and offered a smile. “Family makes time to help each other, play with each other, and build each other up.”
She couldn’t help but wonder what the child was hiding. But there was no need to press for information. Everything always came out, eventually. And then, happy-go-lucky Kesi was back, excited as ever about the offer to train together, and a genuine smile found Delia’s features, even reaching her eyes. Though it didn’t stop her worrying, the child in front of her was lacking for praise, and so much more.
“Oh, Kesi,” she laughed, shaking her head. “I’m not a god, I’m just talented.” I pray you’ll forgive a child’s innocence, Sekhmet. She didn’t scold the girl for the comparison, just gently corrected her. “Do you know why I dance with fire? Has anybody told you how the circus became my home?” Most didn’t talk about Delia’s past amongst themselves, though she was not shy about her past. It was just her story to tell.
So, it was safe for her to assume that the answer to her question would be no, and tell the story herself. “I was born in Athenia, and I lived with my mother and father until I was sixteen. We were wealthy, my father was a merchant, but… when I was sixteen, a fire took my home—and my parents—away.” She shifted on the pillows, toying with the fan she’d picked up.
“Instead of asking for help, I lived on the streets. I stole to get food, and I was always dirty, but one day…” She hated talking about Keelan. But it was a lesson well learned. “…I met a man named Keelan. He was nice to me. Well, at first. Once we married, Keelan did not treat me very nice anymore.” Simplified. Always simplified.
Delia cleared her throat, still fiddling with the fan. “I stayed with him for about a year, praying to the wrong gods to get away from him—and one day, our home caught on fire. I got out, but he died. I think it was Sekhmet’s way of telling me she had heard me—that fire was my answer. And… when I first came to Egypt, I was still living on the streets, picking pockets; I was never very good at it, though. But the circus was performing one day…” She grinned, “…I saw your father, and the flames, and I just knew I belonged here. Every time I light up a staff, or a fan, I am telling Sekhmet how thankful I am that she led me home.”
She held up the fan, twirling it slowly. “And then when I started, I had to ask for a lot of help. And look where I am now. Asking for help isn’t a bad thing, okay? Even if Somgi likes to act like it is,” she scrunched her nose at the girl, “what he doesn’t know, he can’t be mad about.”
She drifted into silence, studying the child in front of her, twirling the fan idly, “You know, Kesi, I think the circus has forgotten how to be a family. I don’t think we play enough, or help each other enough.” Or train enough, in some people’s cases. She couldn’t help the thought. There was more to support the idea that the circus had forgotten how to be a family; how to function. But Delia would not dive that deep with a child who was obviously in need of a friend.
“One day, when the circus remembers what it is to be family, I’ll teach you to dance with fire. But for now—for now, would you like to tell me what you’ve learned with the acrobats?” Giving Kesi control over their conversation was important.
Kesi remembered a time when she was sad and scared. She didn’t quite remember why. It was around when she lost her memory. She would take medicine all the time and eventually she got better. Her brother was great and always made sure to play with her. They played circus. Circus is what helped Kesi get better. Circus is what gave Kesi hope.
Back then Alexandria didn’t feel like her home. It was the circus that would be her home. She would go to sleep telling herself that. She’d wake up thinking that. The circus. She just had to go to the circus. But Delia was right. It didn’t feel much like a family to her yet. Maybe it was the way her father was treating her. Kesi had hoped that when she was here he’d come to like her. Yet… no matter how hard Kesi tried it didn’t seem to work. And she couldn’t just be around her mother and brother. Kesi was… lost.
Delia was telling Kesi a sad story. Kesi didn’t understand it too well, she struggled with social connections, but she knew it was sad because Keelan sounded like a bully. Kesi was bullied before, so she knew that it hurts you. Kesi didn’t really much like bullies. So even if empathy was something that typically eluded the child, with her lack of understanding on what was good and what was bad, in this she could also feel sad.
But at least she got away! And there was fire! Kesi’s bullies didn’t burn. At least Delia’s got to burn. It must have been nice. Fire seemed really, really cool. Alluring even. It was as chaotic as Set.
But the attention got turned back on Kesi. And Kesi suddenly felt a little afraid. She had to talk about what she learned with the acrobats? Talking about learning was something that used to be exciting for the child. She told her mother about the poisons she learned from Krieos. And when her brother had returned home for a bit, she talked his ear off about it as well. Kesi loved to learn.
But she hadn’t been given the time. Her father called her for everything. And sometimes it really hurt to practice with them. It wasn’t because Kesi was bad either. She was still a child and very flexible, and with her small, lightweight she could be thrown in the air with ease. But her father hurt her, and so doing the tumbling that was required of an acrobat left her sorer than she cared to admit.
But she couldn’t let Delia think that she was bad. Kesi worked hard. Even if it did hurt she fought through it because she couldn’t fail. Failure didn’t just mean letting the circus down, or her father down. It meant leaving her brother down. And her brother helped her the most. When she didn’t have her memory, he would remind her of things all the time. He was patient and didn’t get mad at her. He told her of the Tempest of Set. He would tell her all types of stories until Kesi became more confident and remembered who she was. And he’d always eat grapes with her, and that was very nice.
“I’m really good at being thrown in the air.” Kesi decided to tell her. “They told me sometimes the new people get scared because they don’t trust the other acrobats to catch them. But I always trust them! And they always catch me! So that’s fun. I’m also really fast. But I’m not as good at balancing as all of them. And I’m not as flexible. But I’m trying!”
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Kesi remembered a time when she was sad and scared. She didn’t quite remember why. It was around when she lost her memory. She would take medicine all the time and eventually she got better. Her brother was great and always made sure to play with her. They played circus. Circus is what helped Kesi get better. Circus is what gave Kesi hope.
Back then Alexandria didn’t feel like her home. It was the circus that would be her home. She would go to sleep telling herself that. She’d wake up thinking that. The circus. She just had to go to the circus. But Delia was right. It didn’t feel much like a family to her yet. Maybe it was the way her father was treating her. Kesi had hoped that when she was here he’d come to like her. Yet… no matter how hard Kesi tried it didn’t seem to work. And she couldn’t just be around her mother and brother. Kesi was… lost.
Delia was telling Kesi a sad story. Kesi didn’t understand it too well, she struggled with social connections, but she knew it was sad because Keelan sounded like a bully. Kesi was bullied before, so she knew that it hurts you. Kesi didn’t really much like bullies. So even if empathy was something that typically eluded the child, with her lack of understanding on what was good and what was bad, in this she could also feel sad.
But at least she got away! And there was fire! Kesi’s bullies didn’t burn. At least Delia’s got to burn. It must have been nice. Fire seemed really, really cool. Alluring even. It was as chaotic as Set.
But the attention got turned back on Kesi. And Kesi suddenly felt a little afraid. She had to talk about what she learned with the acrobats? Talking about learning was something that used to be exciting for the child. She told her mother about the poisons she learned from Krieos. And when her brother had returned home for a bit, she talked his ear off about it as well. Kesi loved to learn.
But she hadn’t been given the time. Her father called her for everything. And sometimes it really hurt to practice with them. It wasn’t because Kesi was bad either. She was still a child and very flexible, and with her small, lightweight she could be thrown in the air with ease. But her father hurt her, and so doing the tumbling that was required of an acrobat left her sorer than she cared to admit.
But she couldn’t let Delia think that she was bad. Kesi worked hard. Even if it did hurt she fought through it because she couldn’t fail. Failure didn’t just mean letting the circus down, or her father down. It meant leaving her brother down. And her brother helped her the most. When she didn’t have her memory, he would remind her of things all the time. He was patient and didn’t get mad at her. He told her of the Tempest of Set. He would tell her all types of stories until Kesi became more confident and remembered who she was. And he’d always eat grapes with her, and that was very nice.
“I’m really good at being thrown in the air.” Kesi decided to tell her. “They told me sometimes the new people get scared because they don’t trust the other acrobats to catch them. But I always trust them! And they always catch me! So that’s fun. I’m also really fast. But I’m not as good at balancing as all of them. And I’m not as flexible. But I’m trying!”
Kesi remembered a time when she was sad and scared. She didn’t quite remember why. It was around when she lost her memory. She would take medicine all the time and eventually she got better. Her brother was great and always made sure to play with her. They played circus. Circus is what helped Kesi get better. Circus is what gave Kesi hope.
Back then Alexandria didn’t feel like her home. It was the circus that would be her home. She would go to sleep telling herself that. She’d wake up thinking that. The circus. She just had to go to the circus. But Delia was right. It didn’t feel much like a family to her yet. Maybe it was the way her father was treating her. Kesi had hoped that when she was here he’d come to like her. Yet… no matter how hard Kesi tried it didn’t seem to work. And she couldn’t just be around her mother and brother. Kesi was… lost.
Delia was telling Kesi a sad story. Kesi didn’t understand it too well, she struggled with social connections, but she knew it was sad because Keelan sounded like a bully. Kesi was bullied before, so she knew that it hurts you. Kesi didn’t really much like bullies. So even if empathy was something that typically eluded the child, with her lack of understanding on what was good and what was bad, in this she could also feel sad.
But at least she got away! And there was fire! Kesi’s bullies didn’t burn. At least Delia’s got to burn. It must have been nice. Fire seemed really, really cool. Alluring even. It was as chaotic as Set.
But the attention got turned back on Kesi. And Kesi suddenly felt a little afraid. She had to talk about what she learned with the acrobats? Talking about learning was something that used to be exciting for the child. She told her mother about the poisons she learned from Krieos. And when her brother had returned home for a bit, she talked his ear off about it as well. Kesi loved to learn.
But she hadn’t been given the time. Her father called her for everything. And sometimes it really hurt to practice with them. It wasn’t because Kesi was bad either. She was still a child and very flexible, and with her small, lightweight she could be thrown in the air with ease. But her father hurt her, and so doing the tumbling that was required of an acrobat left her sorer than she cared to admit.
But she couldn’t let Delia think that she was bad. Kesi worked hard. Even if it did hurt she fought through it because she couldn’t fail. Failure didn’t just mean letting the circus down, or her father down. It meant leaving her brother down. And her brother helped her the most. When she didn’t have her memory, he would remind her of things all the time. He was patient and didn’t get mad at her. He told her of the Tempest of Set. He would tell her all types of stories until Kesi became more confident and remembered who she was. And he’d always eat grapes with her, and that was very nice.
“I’m really good at being thrown in the air.” Kesi decided to tell her. “They told me sometimes the new people get scared because they don’t trust the other acrobats to catch them. But I always trust them! And they always catch me! So that’s fun. I’m also really fast. But I’m not as good at balancing as all of them. And I’m not as flexible. But I’m trying!”
Delia beamed, as Kesi described what she was good at. “Oh! That’s great.” She exclaimed, reaching out to tousle the girl’s hair. “Sometimes, I get afraid of being thrown into the air.” She wasn’t thrown into the air often, but sometimes her dances called for that thing.
“You know, the flexibility I can help you with. Just a little,” she held her fingers up to show her ‘little,’ with the space between her index and thumb. “I’m not the most flexible, not as flexible as some of our friends and family in the circus, but…”
She hummed and flexed her now-bandaged wrist, thoughtful. “We can practice flexibility together. It’s part of my training too.” She decided with a grin. “You can come to visit me whenever you’d like, and we’ll practice together. Nobody can get mad at us if you’re helping me practice.” Loopholes, loopholes, loopholes. Though she knew Somgi’s chores thoroughly took up the girl’s time.
The sleazy old man who didn’t know how to treat a child.
The thought was like acid. Somgi was sleazy. He always had women, drinks, overindulged to the point of losing himself to his indulgences, and forgetting the business he was running. The family he was supposed to be running. She seethed inwardly as she smiled at the girl in front of her.
“You know, Kesi, if anyone ever hurts you when you practice with the acrobats, let me know.” It sounded like a sweet, caring offer. But Delia was talking about one or two acrobats specifically that tended to sabotage anyone they thought was getting too near to them in skill.
There wasn’t much Delia could do, professionally, but… she could handle the clique if it came down to it. She was just a fire dancer, putting out Somgi’s fires the best she could, and there were a lot of fires in the sybaritic Ringmaster’s circus.
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Delia beamed, as Kesi described what she was good at. “Oh! That’s great.” She exclaimed, reaching out to tousle the girl’s hair. “Sometimes, I get afraid of being thrown into the air.” She wasn’t thrown into the air often, but sometimes her dances called for that thing.
“You know, the flexibility I can help you with. Just a little,” she held her fingers up to show her ‘little,’ with the space between her index and thumb. “I’m not the most flexible, not as flexible as some of our friends and family in the circus, but…”
She hummed and flexed her now-bandaged wrist, thoughtful. “We can practice flexibility together. It’s part of my training too.” She decided with a grin. “You can come to visit me whenever you’d like, and we’ll practice together. Nobody can get mad at us if you’re helping me practice.” Loopholes, loopholes, loopholes. Though she knew Somgi’s chores thoroughly took up the girl’s time.
The sleazy old man who didn’t know how to treat a child.
The thought was like acid. Somgi was sleazy. He always had women, drinks, overindulged to the point of losing himself to his indulgences, and forgetting the business he was running. The family he was supposed to be running. She seethed inwardly as she smiled at the girl in front of her.
“You know, Kesi, if anyone ever hurts you when you practice with the acrobats, let me know.” It sounded like a sweet, caring offer. But Delia was talking about one or two acrobats specifically that tended to sabotage anyone they thought was getting too near to them in skill.
There wasn’t much Delia could do, professionally, but… she could handle the clique if it came down to it. She was just a fire dancer, putting out Somgi’s fires the best she could, and there were a lot of fires in the sybaritic Ringmaster’s circus.
Delia beamed, as Kesi described what she was good at. “Oh! That’s great.” She exclaimed, reaching out to tousle the girl’s hair. “Sometimes, I get afraid of being thrown into the air.” She wasn’t thrown into the air often, but sometimes her dances called for that thing.
“You know, the flexibility I can help you with. Just a little,” she held her fingers up to show her ‘little,’ with the space between her index and thumb. “I’m not the most flexible, not as flexible as some of our friends and family in the circus, but…”
She hummed and flexed her now-bandaged wrist, thoughtful. “We can practice flexibility together. It’s part of my training too.” She decided with a grin. “You can come to visit me whenever you’d like, and we’ll practice together. Nobody can get mad at us if you’re helping me practice.” Loopholes, loopholes, loopholes. Though she knew Somgi’s chores thoroughly took up the girl’s time.
The sleazy old man who didn’t know how to treat a child.
The thought was like acid. Somgi was sleazy. He always had women, drinks, overindulged to the point of losing himself to his indulgences, and forgetting the business he was running. The family he was supposed to be running. She seethed inwardly as she smiled at the girl in front of her.
“You know, Kesi, if anyone ever hurts you when you practice with the acrobats, let me know.” It sounded like a sweet, caring offer. But Delia was talking about one or two acrobats specifically that tended to sabotage anyone they thought was getting too near to them in skill.
There wasn’t much Delia could do, professionally, but… she could handle the clique if it came down to it. She was just a fire dancer, putting out Somgi’s fires the best she could, and there were a lot of fires in the sybaritic Ringmaster’s circus.
Would anyone ever hurt her? Kesi didn’t really know. Those acrobat girls were… well, they liked to keep to their little circle. Kesi didn’t have many friends with them. But that was okay. They were nicer than her friends were back in Alexandria. And she didn’t need them anyway. She had her big brother… and Delia! At least show hoped Delia was in her corner. It seemed like she was.
No, only one person hurt Kesi. She wouldn’t say a word though. There was nothing that could be done anyhow. Kesi just had to work on being better. And Delia would help! She said she’d do flexibility! That would be great for Kesi. Delia was a beautiful fire dancer and could do things Kesi could never do. All Kesi was okay at was getting thrown in the air and dancing with a hoop.
She hoped that the circus could remember to be a family soon so that Delia could teach her how to dance with fire. Maybe that was what Kesi could be good at? Maybe if Kesi learned how to fire dance then her papa would stop being upset at her. Clearly, he only disliked her because she wasn’t like her brother… she didn’t have a natural talent. But where Kesi lacked in talent she would make up for it with hard work! To this, she promised!
“I don’t think any of the acrobats would try to hurt me, but if they do I promise to tell you!” Kesi said with a smile on her face. She wouldn’t think it’s wise for them to try. Kesi could get angry. Anger wasn’t a good feeling for Kesi. She only liked feeling happy or excited. Angry was… bad. For everyone.
“And that would be great! I’d love to practice together!” Kesi was already feeling so much lighter. It was like a weight was off her shoulders. With a real professional like Delia helping her, Kesi would get better in no time! Kesi didn’t have any dreams of being a star. How could she shine the brightest when it was her brother that would one day lead all of them? Kesi just wanted to make everyone proud. With Delia, surely Kesi would be able to do just that.
Kesi went to talk more when suddenly another slave came running by. He smelled of… tea. And he looked like he had a welt on his face. “Master Somgi requested the right blend.” he said to Kesi. His voice was scratchy. He probably didn’t get to talk much.
Kesi got him the right blend. What other blend could he be talking about? Kesi’s good mood suddenly drained. She would have to go back, make tea, and then… see her father again. And her papa would likely be very upset with Kesi for making a mistake. Even though… Kesi was positive she didn’t. But maybe she did? Papa would know best, after all.
Kesi looked back up at Delia, her smile even bigger than before. She didn’t want her to think Kesi was scared of her papa or hated him or anything like that. That might make Delia feel sad. Or worse, she would be disappointed in Kesi for having feelings like that. “Thanks, Delia! I’ll meet you later so we can practice!” With that, Kesi hurried off to go fetch her father the tea… again.
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Would anyone ever hurt her? Kesi didn’t really know. Those acrobat girls were… well, they liked to keep to their little circle. Kesi didn’t have many friends with them. But that was okay. They were nicer than her friends were back in Alexandria. And she didn’t need them anyway. She had her big brother… and Delia! At least show hoped Delia was in her corner. It seemed like she was.
No, only one person hurt Kesi. She wouldn’t say a word though. There was nothing that could be done anyhow. Kesi just had to work on being better. And Delia would help! She said she’d do flexibility! That would be great for Kesi. Delia was a beautiful fire dancer and could do things Kesi could never do. All Kesi was okay at was getting thrown in the air and dancing with a hoop.
She hoped that the circus could remember to be a family soon so that Delia could teach her how to dance with fire. Maybe that was what Kesi could be good at? Maybe if Kesi learned how to fire dance then her papa would stop being upset at her. Clearly, he only disliked her because she wasn’t like her brother… she didn’t have a natural talent. But where Kesi lacked in talent she would make up for it with hard work! To this, she promised!
“I don’t think any of the acrobats would try to hurt me, but if they do I promise to tell you!” Kesi said with a smile on her face. She wouldn’t think it’s wise for them to try. Kesi could get angry. Anger wasn’t a good feeling for Kesi. She only liked feeling happy or excited. Angry was… bad. For everyone.
“And that would be great! I’d love to practice together!” Kesi was already feeling so much lighter. It was like a weight was off her shoulders. With a real professional like Delia helping her, Kesi would get better in no time! Kesi didn’t have any dreams of being a star. How could she shine the brightest when it was her brother that would one day lead all of them? Kesi just wanted to make everyone proud. With Delia, surely Kesi would be able to do just that.
Kesi went to talk more when suddenly another slave came running by. He smelled of… tea. And he looked like he had a welt on his face. “Master Somgi requested the right blend.” he said to Kesi. His voice was scratchy. He probably didn’t get to talk much.
Kesi got him the right blend. What other blend could he be talking about? Kesi’s good mood suddenly drained. She would have to go back, make tea, and then… see her father again. And her papa would likely be very upset with Kesi for making a mistake. Even though… Kesi was positive she didn’t. But maybe she did? Papa would know best, after all.
Kesi looked back up at Delia, her smile even bigger than before. She didn’t want her to think Kesi was scared of her papa or hated him or anything like that. That might make Delia feel sad. Or worse, she would be disappointed in Kesi for having feelings like that. “Thanks, Delia! I’ll meet you later so we can practice!” With that, Kesi hurried off to go fetch her father the tea… again.
Would anyone ever hurt her? Kesi didn’t really know. Those acrobat girls were… well, they liked to keep to their little circle. Kesi didn’t have many friends with them. But that was okay. They were nicer than her friends were back in Alexandria. And she didn’t need them anyway. She had her big brother… and Delia! At least show hoped Delia was in her corner. It seemed like she was.
No, only one person hurt Kesi. She wouldn’t say a word though. There was nothing that could be done anyhow. Kesi just had to work on being better. And Delia would help! She said she’d do flexibility! That would be great for Kesi. Delia was a beautiful fire dancer and could do things Kesi could never do. All Kesi was okay at was getting thrown in the air and dancing with a hoop.
She hoped that the circus could remember to be a family soon so that Delia could teach her how to dance with fire. Maybe that was what Kesi could be good at? Maybe if Kesi learned how to fire dance then her papa would stop being upset at her. Clearly, he only disliked her because she wasn’t like her brother… she didn’t have a natural talent. But where Kesi lacked in talent she would make up for it with hard work! To this, she promised!
“I don’t think any of the acrobats would try to hurt me, but if they do I promise to tell you!” Kesi said with a smile on her face. She wouldn’t think it’s wise for them to try. Kesi could get angry. Anger wasn’t a good feeling for Kesi. She only liked feeling happy or excited. Angry was… bad. For everyone.
“And that would be great! I’d love to practice together!” Kesi was already feeling so much lighter. It was like a weight was off her shoulders. With a real professional like Delia helping her, Kesi would get better in no time! Kesi didn’t have any dreams of being a star. How could she shine the brightest when it was her brother that would one day lead all of them? Kesi just wanted to make everyone proud. With Delia, surely Kesi would be able to do just that.
Kesi went to talk more when suddenly another slave came running by. He smelled of… tea. And he looked like he had a welt on his face. “Master Somgi requested the right blend.” he said to Kesi. His voice was scratchy. He probably didn’t get to talk much.
Kesi got him the right blend. What other blend could he be talking about? Kesi’s good mood suddenly drained. She would have to go back, make tea, and then… see her father again. And her papa would likely be very upset with Kesi for making a mistake. Even though… Kesi was positive she didn’t. But maybe she did? Papa would know best, after all.
Kesi looked back up at Delia, her smile even bigger than before. She didn’t want her to think Kesi was scared of her papa or hated him or anything like that. That might make Delia feel sad. Or worse, she would be disappointed in Kesi for having feelings like that. “Thanks, Delia! I’ll meet you later so we can practice!” With that, Kesi hurried off to go fetch her father the tea… again.