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Zein was flying high lately and it was of the natural variety. He felt he was well on his way to making his dreams come true. Recently, he had been offered a position in the Tempest of Set as their juggler. It meant stability in a life that had been largely unstable, but more importantly a larger stage for him to be seen. It was an opportunity that Zein had dreamed of. And for some reason, all of his doubts had chosen now to surface.
He had told the ringmaster yes, but questions had arisen since then. Was this what success felt like? Achieve it only to be disappointed? Zein wasn’t a typical creature to feel disappointment in such an acute way—he had experienced enough of it in his lifetime. After a while, it was easy to become immune. So, what was it that he was feeling? The self-confident, self-assured juggler felt…lost?
He had yet to move in with the circus, preferring to let his credit run out at the inn he was staying in. To leave early was like wasting money. Zein had paid for a month, so he was staying that entire time. Years of sleeping on the streets could not be erased. When shelter was available, he was not going to pass it up. Now, there were only a few more days left in his stay before he would officially move to the circus and start his life there. A few more days left and one more performance.
Zein had been given a bit of an advance and didn’t really need the money, but this performance wasn’t about that. It was about Somra, the only person he had let close enough to call a true friend in recent years. They had met a little over a year ago, both set to perform on the streets in Cairo. Their inability to decide which of them would take the spot on the street led to a performance together that neither had expected. Both had a penchant for danger and excitement and that led to one spectacular performance, despite a lack of rehearsal.
Thus began a partnership that was both fun and fruitful. Whenever they performed together, there was a crowd and plenty of coin to be had. Zein had, of course, tried flirting, but finally discovered that sometimes it was better to have a full-fledged friendship over a half-fledged romance. Somra had her eyes on something bigger and Zein respected her for that. Besides, he found friendship with her to be quite pleasant.
When they had last parted, they promised to meet in Alexandria and once Zein had settled on a location, he sent her a letter telling her where to meet him. Today was the appointed date and he spent most of the morning down in the tavern part of the inn, waiting for her arrival even though she probably wouldn’t show up until later in the afternoon. Today was different. Zein had some rather large news to share and there was nobody else he would rather discuss it with.
Finally, Somra arrived and Zein’s dark eyes sparkled, belaying his grin. He stood to greet her, shaking his head slightly as she approached. “It’s about time,” he joked. “You sure know how to make a man wait.”
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Zein was flying high lately and it was of the natural variety. He felt he was well on his way to making his dreams come true. Recently, he had been offered a position in the Tempest of Set as their juggler. It meant stability in a life that had been largely unstable, but more importantly a larger stage for him to be seen. It was an opportunity that Zein had dreamed of. And for some reason, all of his doubts had chosen now to surface.
He had told the ringmaster yes, but questions had arisen since then. Was this what success felt like? Achieve it only to be disappointed? Zein wasn’t a typical creature to feel disappointment in such an acute way—he had experienced enough of it in his lifetime. After a while, it was easy to become immune. So, what was it that he was feeling? The self-confident, self-assured juggler felt…lost?
He had yet to move in with the circus, preferring to let his credit run out at the inn he was staying in. To leave early was like wasting money. Zein had paid for a month, so he was staying that entire time. Years of sleeping on the streets could not be erased. When shelter was available, he was not going to pass it up. Now, there were only a few more days left in his stay before he would officially move to the circus and start his life there. A few more days left and one more performance.
Zein had been given a bit of an advance and didn’t really need the money, but this performance wasn’t about that. It was about Somra, the only person he had let close enough to call a true friend in recent years. They had met a little over a year ago, both set to perform on the streets in Cairo. Their inability to decide which of them would take the spot on the street led to a performance together that neither had expected. Both had a penchant for danger and excitement and that led to one spectacular performance, despite a lack of rehearsal.
Thus began a partnership that was both fun and fruitful. Whenever they performed together, there was a crowd and plenty of coin to be had. Zein had, of course, tried flirting, but finally discovered that sometimes it was better to have a full-fledged friendship over a half-fledged romance. Somra had her eyes on something bigger and Zein respected her for that. Besides, he found friendship with her to be quite pleasant.
When they had last parted, they promised to meet in Alexandria and once Zein had settled on a location, he sent her a letter telling her where to meet him. Today was the appointed date and he spent most of the morning down in the tavern part of the inn, waiting for her arrival even though she probably wouldn’t show up until later in the afternoon. Today was different. Zein had some rather large news to share and there was nobody else he would rather discuss it with.
Finally, Somra arrived and Zein’s dark eyes sparkled, belaying his grin. He stood to greet her, shaking his head slightly as she approached. “It’s about time,” he joked. “You sure know how to make a man wait.”
Zein was flying high lately and it was of the natural variety. He felt he was well on his way to making his dreams come true. Recently, he had been offered a position in the Tempest of Set as their juggler. It meant stability in a life that had been largely unstable, but more importantly a larger stage for him to be seen. It was an opportunity that Zein had dreamed of. And for some reason, all of his doubts had chosen now to surface.
He had told the ringmaster yes, but questions had arisen since then. Was this what success felt like? Achieve it only to be disappointed? Zein wasn’t a typical creature to feel disappointment in such an acute way—he had experienced enough of it in his lifetime. After a while, it was easy to become immune. So, what was it that he was feeling? The self-confident, self-assured juggler felt…lost?
He had yet to move in with the circus, preferring to let his credit run out at the inn he was staying in. To leave early was like wasting money. Zein had paid for a month, so he was staying that entire time. Years of sleeping on the streets could not be erased. When shelter was available, he was not going to pass it up. Now, there were only a few more days left in his stay before he would officially move to the circus and start his life there. A few more days left and one more performance.
Zein had been given a bit of an advance and didn’t really need the money, but this performance wasn’t about that. It was about Somra, the only person he had let close enough to call a true friend in recent years. They had met a little over a year ago, both set to perform on the streets in Cairo. Their inability to decide which of them would take the spot on the street led to a performance together that neither had expected. Both had a penchant for danger and excitement and that led to one spectacular performance, despite a lack of rehearsal.
Thus began a partnership that was both fun and fruitful. Whenever they performed together, there was a crowd and plenty of coin to be had. Zein had, of course, tried flirting, but finally discovered that sometimes it was better to have a full-fledged friendship over a half-fledged romance. Somra had her eyes on something bigger and Zein respected her for that. Besides, he found friendship with her to be quite pleasant.
When they had last parted, they promised to meet in Alexandria and once Zein had settled on a location, he sent her a letter telling her where to meet him. Today was the appointed date and he spent most of the morning down in the tavern part of the inn, waiting for her arrival even though she probably wouldn’t show up until later in the afternoon. Today was different. Zein had some rather large news to share and there was nobody else he would rather discuss it with.
Finally, Somra arrived and Zein’s dark eyes sparkled, belaying his grin. He stood to greet her, shaking his head slightly as she approached. “It’s about time,” he joked. “You sure know how to make a man wait.”
Somra wasn’t prone to making friends, she had her goals and for the past few years her life had been solitude, doing nothing that she didn’t think would help her achieve her goals. Friends were not a priority, they were not something Somra thought necessary. On top of that, no one really understood her, most people who wanted to try and make friends just wanted to know about the nomadic, street performing lifestyle she had. She wasn’t interested in explaining herself to anyone.
But Zein was different. She didn’t need to explain her lifestyle to him, he lived the same one. There were no awkward questions, no tension. The two of them had had chemistry from the moment they met. Even that first day, with no planning or practice, they had put on a phenomenal show together.
She wasn’t surprised at his attempts to flirt, she knew she was beautiful and young, but she had shut him down quickly. Not that he wasn’t attractive as hell, he was. Somra just had her sights set on someone with a title, with money and power.
Either way, she loved performing with him, and she had to admit, having someone that she actually felt safe with and felt close to was nice. She hadn’t realized what she was missing not having someone to call a friend.
She had received his letter, and hadn’t replied, hoping he would assume that she would be there of course. There was no reason for her to not be.
She arrived at the tavern in the middle of the afternoon, dressed as usual in her sheer fabric dresses that she made for herself, modesty in Egypt was a little known thing and Somra had no problems embracing such things.
She was excited to see her friend again, though it really hadn’t been that long since they had last met. Perhaps he would want to plan out another series of shows with her, maybe he had some new idea for the two of them to do. He loved danger about as much as she did, and there was no shortage of fire, knives and heights in their performances together. She could have sworn that the Gods had made the two of them to perform together.
She grinned as she spotted him and he spoke to her, teasing her as a greeting.
“I’m worth the wait.” She replied, walking over to him, she wrapped him up in a hug, giggling a little as she was giddy to see her friend.
When the embrace ended, she moved to take a seat with him and motion to a server to bring her a cup of wine.
“Please tell me you’ve had some inspiration for a new performance?” She said, raising an eyebrow at him and wondering why he had wanted to meet that day. Not that she was opposed to seeing him, but he must have had a specific reason to ask her to come there that day. She was excited to hear what he potentially had come up with.
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Somra wasn’t prone to making friends, she had her goals and for the past few years her life had been solitude, doing nothing that she didn’t think would help her achieve her goals. Friends were not a priority, they were not something Somra thought necessary. On top of that, no one really understood her, most people who wanted to try and make friends just wanted to know about the nomadic, street performing lifestyle she had. She wasn’t interested in explaining herself to anyone.
But Zein was different. She didn’t need to explain her lifestyle to him, he lived the same one. There were no awkward questions, no tension. The two of them had had chemistry from the moment they met. Even that first day, with no planning or practice, they had put on a phenomenal show together.
She wasn’t surprised at his attempts to flirt, she knew she was beautiful and young, but she had shut him down quickly. Not that he wasn’t attractive as hell, he was. Somra just had her sights set on someone with a title, with money and power.
Either way, she loved performing with him, and she had to admit, having someone that she actually felt safe with and felt close to was nice. She hadn’t realized what she was missing not having someone to call a friend.
She had received his letter, and hadn’t replied, hoping he would assume that she would be there of course. There was no reason for her to not be.
She arrived at the tavern in the middle of the afternoon, dressed as usual in her sheer fabric dresses that she made for herself, modesty in Egypt was a little known thing and Somra had no problems embracing such things.
She was excited to see her friend again, though it really hadn’t been that long since they had last met. Perhaps he would want to plan out another series of shows with her, maybe he had some new idea for the two of them to do. He loved danger about as much as she did, and there was no shortage of fire, knives and heights in their performances together. She could have sworn that the Gods had made the two of them to perform together.
She grinned as she spotted him and he spoke to her, teasing her as a greeting.
“I’m worth the wait.” She replied, walking over to him, she wrapped him up in a hug, giggling a little as she was giddy to see her friend.
When the embrace ended, she moved to take a seat with him and motion to a server to bring her a cup of wine.
“Please tell me you’ve had some inspiration for a new performance?” She said, raising an eyebrow at him and wondering why he had wanted to meet that day. Not that she was opposed to seeing him, but he must have had a specific reason to ask her to come there that day. She was excited to hear what he potentially had come up with.
Somra wasn’t prone to making friends, she had her goals and for the past few years her life had been solitude, doing nothing that she didn’t think would help her achieve her goals. Friends were not a priority, they were not something Somra thought necessary. On top of that, no one really understood her, most people who wanted to try and make friends just wanted to know about the nomadic, street performing lifestyle she had. She wasn’t interested in explaining herself to anyone.
But Zein was different. She didn’t need to explain her lifestyle to him, he lived the same one. There were no awkward questions, no tension. The two of them had had chemistry from the moment they met. Even that first day, with no planning or practice, they had put on a phenomenal show together.
She wasn’t surprised at his attempts to flirt, she knew she was beautiful and young, but she had shut him down quickly. Not that he wasn’t attractive as hell, he was. Somra just had her sights set on someone with a title, with money and power.
Either way, she loved performing with him, and she had to admit, having someone that she actually felt safe with and felt close to was nice. She hadn’t realized what she was missing not having someone to call a friend.
She had received his letter, and hadn’t replied, hoping he would assume that she would be there of course. There was no reason for her to not be.
She arrived at the tavern in the middle of the afternoon, dressed as usual in her sheer fabric dresses that she made for herself, modesty in Egypt was a little known thing and Somra had no problems embracing such things.
She was excited to see her friend again, though it really hadn’t been that long since they had last met. Perhaps he would want to plan out another series of shows with her, maybe he had some new idea for the two of them to do. He loved danger about as much as she did, and there was no shortage of fire, knives and heights in their performances together. She could have sworn that the Gods had made the two of them to perform together.
She grinned as she spotted him and he spoke to her, teasing her as a greeting.
“I’m worth the wait.” She replied, walking over to him, she wrapped him up in a hug, giggling a little as she was giddy to see her friend.
When the embrace ended, she moved to take a seat with him and motion to a server to bring her a cup of wine.
“Please tell me you’ve had some inspiration for a new performance?” She said, raising an eyebrow at him and wondering why he had wanted to meet that day. Not that she was opposed to seeing him, but he must have had a specific reason to ask her to come there that day. She was excited to hear what he potentially had come up with.
Zein chuckled into Somra’s hair, as he lifted her into a hug. She was worth the wait indeed. It always felt a bit like coming home when he was with her. Not that Zein felt that he had a particular home, but if he did, he imagined that the feeling would be the same as when he saw Somra. It was a comfortable, safe place, where he didn’t have to explain himself or any of his actions. He was who he was and she knew and accepted it. That felt rare. He had experienced it only twice growing up in Judea and even then, it didn’t feel like this. Yosef had been a father figure to him and Tamar, his cousin that felt like a sister. Those were relationships with some expectations. He and Somra knew exactly what they were getting with each other. Though, he was feeling a bit guilty about their upcoming conversation. It was certainly something she probably wasn’t expecting to hear from him.
As they moved to take a seat, Zein took another sip from his drink, watching as his friend ordered her own wine. Her question, of course, had an answer. Zein was always thinking about new performances. He did have a few things in mind for this next one with Somra, however, it was especially spectacular because it might be their last together. Zein was not one to go out quietly, not that he was leaving the performance life, but in all reality, it was likely to change should he join the circus.
“Always,” he grinned, for that was true. Performing with Somra was always a true pleasure. He took another swig from his mug, suddenly slightly nervous. It wasn’t something he necessarily wanted to end and had never experienced something like this in his life. Usually, he was moving on because he was more than ready. Now, he had things—and people—that he wanted in his life. How did he keep that and try for more?
“However, I must admit that I have other motives for asking you here today,” he said, still beating around the bush. It was odd not to voice something that he had wanted for years. It was odder still that he was questioning what to do. The old Zein would have taken this opportunity and not thought twice about it. He still had taken the opportunity, but the fact that he was giving it some deep thought meant something. And he wanted his friend’s advice.
“Have you heard of the Tempest of Set?” he asked, deciding that if he was going to get to the point, then at least he would get there slowly.
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Zein chuckled into Somra’s hair, as he lifted her into a hug. She was worth the wait indeed. It always felt a bit like coming home when he was with her. Not that Zein felt that he had a particular home, but if he did, he imagined that the feeling would be the same as when he saw Somra. It was a comfortable, safe place, where he didn’t have to explain himself or any of his actions. He was who he was and she knew and accepted it. That felt rare. He had experienced it only twice growing up in Judea and even then, it didn’t feel like this. Yosef had been a father figure to him and Tamar, his cousin that felt like a sister. Those were relationships with some expectations. He and Somra knew exactly what they were getting with each other. Though, he was feeling a bit guilty about their upcoming conversation. It was certainly something she probably wasn’t expecting to hear from him.
As they moved to take a seat, Zein took another sip from his drink, watching as his friend ordered her own wine. Her question, of course, had an answer. Zein was always thinking about new performances. He did have a few things in mind for this next one with Somra, however, it was especially spectacular because it might be their last together. Zein was not one to go out quietly, not that he was leaving the performance life, but in all reality, it was likely to change should he join the circus.
“Always,” he grinned, for that was true. Performing with Somra was always a true pleasure. He took another swig from his mug, suddenly slightly nervous. It wasn’t something he necessarily wanted to end and had never experienced something like this in his life. Usually, he was moving on because he was more than ready. Now, he had things—and people—that he wanted in his life. How did he keep that and try for more?
“However, I must admit that I have other motives for asking you here today,” he said, still beating around the bush. It was odd not to voice something that he had wanted for years. It was odder still that he was questioning what to do. The old Zein would have taken this opportunity and not thought twice about it. He still had taken the opportunity, but the fact that he was giving it some deep thought meant something. And he wanted his friend’s advice.
“Have you heard of the Tempest of Set?” he asked, deciding that if he was going to get to the point, then at least he would get there slowly.
Zein chuckled into Somra’s hair, as he lifted her into a hug. She was worth the wait indeed. It always felt a bit like coming home when he was with her. Not that Zein felt that he had a particular home, but if he did, he imagined that the feeling would be the same as when he saw Somra. It was a comfortable, safe place, where he didn’t have to explain himself or any of his actions. He was who he was and she knew and accepted it. That felt rare. He had experienced it only twice growing up in Judea and even then, it didn’t feel like this. Yosef had been a father figure to him and Tamar, his cousin that felt like a sister. Those were relationships with some expectations. He and Somra knew exactly what they were getting with each other. Though, he was feeling a bit guilty about their upcoming conversation. It was certainly something she probably wasn’t expecting to hear from him.
As they moved to take a seat, Zein took another sip from his drink, watching as his friend ordered her own wine. Her question, of course, had an answer. Zein was always thinking about new performances. He did have a few things in mind for this next one with Somra, however, it was especially spectacular because it might be their last together. Zein was not one to go out quietly, not that he was leaving the performance life, but in all reality, it was likely to change should he join the circus.
“Always,” he grinned, for that was true. Performing with Somra was always a true pleasure. He took another swig from his mug, suddenly slightly nervous. It wasn’t something he necessarily wanted to end and had never experienced something like this in his life. Usually, he was moving on because he was more than ready. Now, he had things—and people—that he wanted in his life. How did he keep that and try for more?
“However, I must admit that I have other motives for asking you here today,” he said, still beating around the bush. It was odd not to voice something that he had wanted for years. It was odder still that he was questioning what to do. The old Zein would have taken this opportunity and not thought twice about it. He still had taken the opportunity, but the fact that he was giving it some deep thought meant something. And he wanted his friend’s advice.
“Have you heard of the Tempest of Set?” he asked, deciding that if he was going to get to the point, then at least he would get there slowly.
She grinned as the other answered ‘always’ to her question about if he had ideas for their next show. She was excited, he usually had the best ideas. Some of his ideas had been... well, awful. But for the most part, he had some good ones, with a little editing from Somra. The two of them had quickly become the talk of the town due to their shows. Everyone had been talking about the street performing duo who put their lives in danger all the time to give the crowds an even better show every single time they performed. Somra loved the thrill, both of the cheering crowd and the danger they put themselves in with heights and weapons and fire.
Somra took the cup of wine that was brought to her and took a small drink from it before setting it down so that she could focus on her friend. She was a little bit concerned as he said that there was some other motive for asking her to meet. Her mind jumped immediately to something bad, but she tried her best not to let it get to her. She would hear him out before jumping to conclusions and freaking out. It was probably something simple. The thing with entertainers such as themselves, they tended to be more dramatic than most.
Her eyebrows furrowed as the other asked if he had heard of the Tempest of Set. She had no clue what it was, she had never heard that name before. What did that have to do with anything? Now she was even more confused than she had been.
“No, I haven’t what is it? And better question, why is it being brought up right now?” She asked. She was really confused now. And a bit worried. What was going on that he was bringing this up? And he was acting so strange, Somra couldn’t help but be suspicious that something weird was going on.
She picked up her wine and took a longer drink, feeling like what ever was going on wasn’t going to be good news. She would need the wine.
She set the cup down again and looked back at her friend. Her dark brown eyes studied him, trying to determine what was going on, what was going through his mind. Why he had wanted to meet her here today. It obviously wasn’t just to discuss ideas for their next show together.
“What ever is going on, come out with it. Tell me straight.” She said, she wasn’t one to want to deal with dancing around the subject. What ever bad thing was going to happen, she wanted it to just happen.
She had a sinking feeling that if there was a next show for them, it very well might be their last one together. She hoped like hell that that wasn’t the case. But, in her experience so far, good things never lasted. And this seemed to be one of those good things that weren’t going to last.
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She grinned as the other answered ‘always’ to her question about if he had ideas for their next show. She was excited, he usually had the best ideas. Some of his ideas had been... well, awful. But for the most part, he had some good ones, with a little editing from Somra. The two of them had quickly become the talk of the town due to their shows. Everyone had been talking about the street performing duo who put their lives in danger all the time to give the crowds an even better show every single time they performed. Somra loved the thrill, both of the cheering crowd and the danger they put themselves in with heights and weapons and fire.
Somra took the cup of wine that was brought to her and took a small drink from it before setting it down so that she could focus on her friend. She was a little bit concerned as he said that there was some other motive for asking her to meet. Her mind jumped immediately to something bad, but she tried her best not to let it get to her. She would hear him out before jumping to conclusions and freaking out. It was probably something simple. The thing with entertainers such as themselves, they tended to be more dramatic than most.
Her eyebrows furrowed as the other asked if he had heard of the Tempest of Set. She had no clue what it was, she had never heard that name before. What did that have to do with anything? Now she was even more confused than she had been.
“No, I haven’t what is it? And better question, why is it being brought up right now?” She asked. She was really confused now. And a bit worried. What was going on that he was bringing this up? And he was acting so strange, Somra couldn’t help but be suspicious that something weird was going on.
She picked up her wine and took a longer drink, feeling like what ever was going on wasn’t going to be good news. She would need the wine.
She set the cup down again and looked back at her friend. Her dark brown eyes studied him, trying to determine what was going on, what was going through his mind. Why he had wanted to meet her here today. It obviously wasn’t just to discuss ideas for their next show together.
“What ever is going on, come out with it. Tell me straight.” She said, she wasn’t one to want to deal with dancing around the subject. What ever bad thing was going to happen, she wanted it to just happen.
She had a sinking feeling that if there was a next show for them, it very well might be their last one together. She hoped like hell that that wasn’t the case. But, in her experience so far, good things never lasted. And this seemed to be one of those good things that weren’t going to last.
She grinned as the other answered ‘always’ to her question about if he had ideas for their next show. She was excited, he usually had the best ideas. Some of his ideas had been... well, awful. But for the most part, he had some good ones, with a little editing from Somra. The two of them had quickly become the talk of the town due to their shows. Everyone had been talking about the street performing duo who put their lives in danger all the time to give the crowds an even better show every single time they performed. Somra loved the thrill, both of the cheering crowd and the danger they put themselves in with heights and weapons and fire.
Somra took the cup of wine that was brought to her and took a small drink from it before setting it down so that she could focus on her friend. She was a little bit concerned as he said that there was some other motive for asking her to meet. Her mind jumped immediately to something bad, but she tried her best not to let it get to her. She would hear him out before jumping to conclusions and freaking out. It was probably something simple. The thing with entertainers such as themselves, they tended to be more dramatic than most.
Her eyebrows furrowed as the other asked if he had heard of the Tempest of Set. She had no clue what it was, she had never heard that name before. What did that have to do with anything? Now she was even more confused than she had been.
“No, I haven’t what is it? And better question, why is it being brought up right now?” She asked. She was really confused now. And a bit worried. What was going on that he was bringing this up? And he was acting so strange, Somra couldn’t help but be suspicious that something weird was going on.
She picked up her wine and took a longer drink, feeling like what ever was going on wasn’t going to be good news. She would need the wine.
She set the cup down again and looked back at her friend. Her dark brown eyes studied him, trying to determine what was going on, what was going through his mind. Why he had wanted to meet her here today. It obviously wasn’t just to discuss ideas for their next show together.
“What ever is going on, come out with it. Tell me straight.” She said, she wasn’t one to want to deal with dancing around the subject. What ever bad thing was going to happen, she wanted it to just happen.
She had a sinking feeling that if there was a next show for them, it very well might be their last one together. She hoped like hell that that wasn’t the case. But, in her experience so far, good things never lasted. And this seemed to be one of those good things that weren’t going to last.
Zein hadn’t let himself get too close to too many people. It had always ended in hurt. He had long learned that the only person he could truly rely on was himself. Somra had changed that for him. He loved her like a sister and their performances together had been more than he had ever dreamed of. Zein had performed in troupes before and by himself, but never had he met someone that had brought a chemistry to his performances like Somra did. They could be electric. He wasn’t ready to end that relationship.
Yet, the opportunity to join the circus and be on a bigger stage was something that he had always dreamed of. It was an opportunity that he had passed on before. Pass on it again and Zein knew it would not return. He was talented enough to be noticed by the Tempest of Set, approached by its ringmaster, that was the highest form of flattery. Were he to say no again, he was not sure he would find an opportunity like this elsewhere.
Zein had become a performer of some note. He no longer had to live on the streets. What had started as something to give him and Yosef some extra coin so that they could buy bread instead of steal it had turned into a passion. Performances meant everything to Zein. The accolades and the fame that accompanied it were nice as well, but his pursuit of becoming the most excellent was what motivated him. And Somra had done much to help him better himself. Together they had dazzling performances. Things he had always dreamed of, but couldn’t do alone. She was an important part of his career.
Ah, why was he playing to fool now? Somra didn’t deserve this and he could tell by her tone that she was already on the defensive. It was better if he just said it and made his peace. That was all he could do.
“They’re a famous circus here in Egypt,” he explained. “Their performances attract hundreds and their name is widely respected.” Zein was slightly surprised to hear that Somra hadn’t heard of them—she was newer to Egypt than he and newer to performing than he, but Zein had thought their reach was wide. However, he had never been to one of their shows himself, preferring not to spend his coin on something that he could do with his own talents. He had a feeling that Somra might have had similar thoughts. Perhaps she had heard of them, but had never thought to go.
He took a sip of his drink. “I was recently approached by their leader and asked to join. Some of their number asked me to join several months ago, but as their next destination was Judea, I declined. I did not think that this opportunity would come again, but it appears as though I have continued to attract their notice.”
This was an opportunity of a lifetime for him, yet for some reason Zein continued to feel conflicted. He was so used to being on his own. Would he really fit in among this group who was like a family? “I admit, I need your advice, Somra. This opportunity is incredible, but it would mean changes in my life I am not sure I’m ready for.”
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Zein hadn’t let himself get too close to too many people. It had always ended in hurt. He had long learned that the only person he could truly rely on was himself. Somra had changed that for him. He loved her like a sister and their performances together had been more than he had ever dreamed of. Zein had performed in troupes before and by himself, but never had he met someone that had brought a chemistry to his performances like Somra did. They could be electric. He wasn’t ready to end that relationship.
Yet, the opportunity to join the circus and be on a bigger stage was something that he had always dreamed of. It was an opportunity that he had passed on before. Pass on it again and Zein knew it would not return. He was talented enough to be noticed by the Tempest of Set, approached by its ringmaster, that was the highest form of flattery. Were he to say no again, he was not sure he would find an opportunity like this elsewhere.
Zein had become a performer of some note. He no longer had to live on the streets. What had started as something to give him and Yosef some extra coin so that they could buy bread instead of steal it had turned into a passion. Performances meant everything to Zein. The accolades and the fame that accompanied it were nice as well, but his pursuit of becoming the most excellent was what motivated him. And Somra had done much to help him better himself. Together they had dazzling performances. Things he had always dreamed of, but couldn’t do alone. She was an important part of his career.
Ah, why was he playing to fool now? Somra didn’t deserve this and he could tell by her tone that she was already on the defensive. It was better if he just said it and made his peace. That was all he could do.
“They’re a famous circus here in Egypt,” he explained. “Their performances attract hundreds and their name is widely respected.” Zein was slightly surprised to hear that Somra hadn’t heard of them—she was newer to Egypt than he and newer to performing than he, but Zein had thought their reach was wide. However, he had never been to one of their shows himself, preferring not to spend his coin on something that he could do with his own talents. He had a feeling that Somra might have had similar thoughts. Perhaps she had heard of them, but had never thought to go.
He took a sip of his drink. “I was recently approached by their leader and asked to join. Some of their number asked me to join several months ago, but as their next destination was Judea, I declined. I did not think that this opportunity would come again, but it appears as though I have continued to attract their notice.”
This was an opportunity of a lifetime for him, yet for some reason Zein continued to feel conflicted. He was so used to being on his own. Would he really fit in among this group who was like a family? “I admit, I need your advice, Somra. This opportunity is incredible, but it would mean changes in my life I am not sure I’m ready for.”
Zein hadn’t let himself get too close to too many people. It had always ended in hurt. He had long learned that the only person he could truly rely on was himself. Somra had changed that for him. He loved her like a sister and their performances together had been more than he had ever dreamed of. Zein had performed in troupes before and by himself, but never had he met someone that had brought a chemistry to his performances like Somra did. They could be electric. He wasn’t ready to end that relationship.
Yet, the opportunity to join the circus and be on a bigger stage was something that he had always dreamed of. It was an opportunity that he had passed on before. Pass on it again and Zein knew it would not return. He was talented enough to be noticed by the Tempest of Set, approached by its ringmaster, that was the highest form of flattery. Were he to say no again, he was not sure he would find an opportunity like this elsewhere.
Zein had become a performer of some note. He no longer had to live on the streets. What had started as something to give him and Yosef some extra coin so that they could buy bread instead of steal it had turned into a passion. Performances meant everything to Zein. The accolades and the fame that accompanied it were nice as well, but his pursuit of becoming the most excellent was what motivated him. And Somra had done much to help him better himself. Together they had dazzling performances. Things he had always dreamed of, but couldn’t do alone. She was an important part of his career.
Ah, why was he playing to fool now? Somra didn’t deserve this and he could tell by her tone that she was already on the defensive. It was better if he just said it and made his peace. That was all he could do.
“They’re a famous circus here in Egypt,” he explained. “Their performances attract hundreds and their name is widely respected.” Zein was slightly surprised to hear that Somra hadn’t heard of them—she was newer to Egypt than he and newer to performing than he, but Zein had thought their reach was wide. However, he had never been to one of their shows himself, preferring not to spend his coin on something that he could do with his own talents. He had a feeling that Somra might have had similar thoughts. Perhaps she had heard of them, but had never thought to go.
He took a sip of his drink. “I was recently approached by their leader and asked to join. Some of their number asked me to join several months ago, but as their next destination was Judea, I declined. I did not think that this opportunity would come again, but it appears as though I have continued to attract their notice.”
This was an opportunity of a lifetime for him, yet for some reason Zein continued to feel conflicted. He was so used to being on his own. Would he really fit in among this group who was like a family? “I admit, I need your advice, Somra. This opportunity is incredible, but it would mean changes in my life I am not sure I’m ready for.”
Somra had heard of circuses in her past, as a child she had heard stories of such things from the performers who would sometimes find themselves staying in the inn where she had lived and worked. She had been captivated by them as a child, the stories. But as she had grown and started to perform herself, she realized that she relished her freedom. After a childhood of serving a master, of waiting to be old enough to be branded as a slave and whore as her mother had, Somra had decided that she would take control of herself and her own destiny. Any thoughts of a circus had long since fallen from her mind. And now she had a bad feeling about the reasoning behind her friend bringing them up now.
And her dread became real as she listened to his words. He would leave her in favour of this circus. She heard as he asked for her advice, but what real choice did she have? This was something he wanted, she could tell as much from the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice. What sort of friend would she be if she tried to be selfish and tell him not to do it, to keep performing with her instead? No, he had to follow what felt right for him. Just as she had to do what felt right for her.
“Take it. If it is what you want, if it is what your heart is telling you to do.” She said, trying to sound as convincing as she could, she reached out and took his hand, giving it a light squeeze.
“Crowds will come from all around to see the amazing Zein perform.” She said with a little grin, swallowing her own sadness at the moment to try and be happy for him. He was a good man, and he deserved what ever he thought would make him happy. Somra was not selfish enough to try and hold him back from that, though the thought had been there. She couldn’t help but wonder if he would have done it no matter what she said.
“I suppose this means that we need to come up with something particularly spectacular for our last performance together then. We can’t leave the crowds without giving them something special.” She stated, letting go of his hand in favour of her cup of wine, which she finished and motioned for it to be refilled. She supposed she would likely move on from Cairo, perhaps even Egypt, though she hadn’t decided. She doubted the crowds would be wowed by her alone after their performances together, and the draw of a large circus.
“This also means that there will be plenty of wine tonight. We’re celebrating after all. Soon your name will be on the lips of people from all over.” She stated, lifting her cup of wine in a toast.
“To Zein, the second most talented performer in all the lands.” She teased, giving him a wink before taking a sip of her wine.
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Somra had heard of circuses in her past, as a child she had heard stories of such things from the performers who would sometimes find themselves staying in the inn where she had lived and worked. She had been captivated by them as a child, the stories. But as she had grown and started to perform herself, she realized that she relished her freedom. After a childhood of serving a master, of waiting to be old enough to be branded as a slave and whore as her mother had, Somra had decided that she would take control of herself and her own destiny. Any thoughts of a circus had long since fallen from her mind. And now she had a bad feeling about the reasoning behind her friend bringing them up now.
And her dread became real as she listened to his words. He would leave her in favour of this circus. She heard as he asked for her advice, but what real choice did she have? This was something he wanted, she could tell as much from the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice. What sort of friend would she be if she tried to be selfish and tell him not to do it, to keep performing with her instead? No, he had to follow what felt right for him. Just as she had to do what felt right for her.
“Take it. If it is what you want, if it is what your heart is telling you to do.” She said, trying to sound as convincing as she could, she reached out and took his hand, giving it a light squeeze.
“Crowds will come from all around to see the amazing Zein perform.” She said with a little grin, swallowing her own sadness at the moment to try and be happy for him. He was a good man, and he deserved what ever he thought would make him happy. Somra was not selfish enough to try and hold him back from that, though the thought had been there. She couldn’t help but wonder if he would have done it no matter what she said.
“I suppose this means that we need to come up with something particularly spectacular for our last performance together then. We can’t leave the crowds without giving them something special.” She stated, letting go of his hand in favour of her cup of wine, which she finished and motioned for it to be refilled. She supposed she would likely move on from Cairo, perhaps even Egypt, though she hadn’t decided. She doubted the crowds would be wowed by her alone after their performances together, and the draw of a large circus.
“This also means that there will be plenty of wine tonight. We’re celebrating after all. Soon your name will be on the lips of people from all over.” She stated, lifting her cup of wine in a toast.
“To Zein, the second most talented performer in all the lands.” She teased, giving him a wink before taking a sip of her wine.
Somra had heard of circuses in her past, as a child she had heard stories of such things from the performers who would sometimes find themselves staying in the inn where she had lived and worked. She had been captivated by them as a child, the stories. But as she had grown and started to perform herself, she realized that she relished her freedom. After a childhood of serving a master, of waiting to be old enough to be branded as a slave and whore as her mother had, Somra had decided that she would take control of herself and her own destiny. Any thoughts of a circus had long since fallen from her mind. And now she had a bad feeling about the reasoning behind her friend bringing them up now.
And her dread became real as she listened to his words. He would leave her in favour of this circus. She heard as he asked for her advice, but what real choice did she have? This was something he wanted, she could tell as much from the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice. What sort of friend would she be if she tried to be selfish and tell him not to do it, to keep performing with her instead? No, he had to follow what felt right for him. Just as she had to do what felt right for her.
“Take it. If it is what you want, if it is what your heart is telling you to do.” She said, trying to sound as convincing as she could, she reached out and took his hand, giving it a light squeeze.
“Crowds will come from all around to see the amazing Zein perform.” She said with a little grin, swallowing her own sadness at the moment to try and be happy for him. He was a good man, and he deserved what ever he thought would make him happy. Somra was not selfish enough to try and hold him back from that, though the thought had been there. She couldn’t help but wonder if he would have done it no matter what she said.
“I suppose this means that we need to come up with something particularly spectacular for our last performance together then. We can’t leave the crowds without giving them something special.” She stated, letting go of his hand in favour of her cup of wine, which she finished and motioned for it to be refilled. She supposed she would likely move on from Cairo, perhaps even Egypt, though she hadn’t decided. She doubted the crowds would be wowed by her alone after their performances together, and the draw of a large circus.
“This also means that there will be plenty of wine tonight. We’re celebrating after all. Soon your name will be on the lips of people from all over.” She stated, lifting her cup of wine in a toast.
“To Zein, the second most talented performer in all the lands.” She teased, giving him a wink before taking a sip of her wine.
“Take it. If it is what you want, if it is what your heart is telling you to do,” she told him, squeezing his hand. It was what he was hoping to hear in one way, but another part of him was screaming for her to fight more. Tell him it was a terrible idea. That they were better off on their own, together. That she would miss him. As much as Zein wanted to hear that from Somra, he wanted to tell her as much as well. She was the only reason that he was hesitating. She was so important to him that she would be the main cause of his confusion, his hesitation. But how could he tell her that?
It wasn’t love in the traditional sense. Zein loved Somra, but not romantically. He loved her as a sister, as a companion. As one who knew the hardships of life just as well as he did. He loved her for their performances together. There had been no one else like her. Zein was not sure there would ever be again. The thought that they might never perform together again gutted him. He loved the times when they could get together, come up with a performance, and execute it. It was so special. Zein wasn’t one to talk in such ways, but the pair of them been through much since they had known each other.
So, as much as he wanted her support, he also dreaded it. Zein wanted to stay and to remain the same. But he also knew that this circus was a chance of a lifetime. They had already asked for him once and he declined. They would not ask for him again should he pass up this opportunity. And there was nothing he wanted more than to be a great performer. That was what he would do for Yosef. For himself.
“Are you—” Zein stopped himself from asking a weak question. She had given her advice and he shouldn’t question her further on it. Asking if she was sure invited more feelings than he already had. Instead, he said, “That has always been my dream.” It was selfish and inadequate, but Zein didn’t know how to approach deeper territory.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I was thinking,” he agreed, missing her hand in his the moment it was gone. What was this feeling? Regret? Guilt? He wished she would come with him. That would make things better. Yet, he wasn’t sure she would say yes. While they were similar in many ways, they were also different. Would she settle for this? She was so independent. Working for a circus would confine her.
He held up his cup in return, giving Somra a smile. He shook his head in amusement at her toast, but would let her have it. Without her he might not have gotten so far. “And to Somra, the best partner a juggler could ever ask for.”
They took a drink of their wine, Zein wondering just how much he would drink this night. Perhaps enough to be brave enough to ask her if she would come with him. However, for the moment, he was far too sober to do that. “Now what should we do for tomorrow’s performance? I have been practicing some new moves with fire. How do you feel about jumping through fire rings?”
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“Take it. If it is what you want, if it is what your heart is telling you to do,” she told him, squeezing his hand. It was what he was hoping to hear in one way, but another part of him was screaming for her to fight more. Tell him it was a terrible idea. That they were better off on their own, together. That she would miss him. As much as Zein wanted to hear that from Somra, he wanted to tell her as much as well. She was the only reason that he was hesitating. She was so important to him that she would be the main cause of his confusion, his hesitation. But how could he tell her that?
It wasn’t love in the traditional sense. Zein loved Somra, but not romantically. He loved her as a sister, as a companion. As one who knew the hardships of life just as well as he did. He loved her for their performances together. There had been no one else like her. Zein was not sure there would ever be again. The thought that they might never perform together again gutted him. He loved the times when they could get together, come up with a performance, and execute it. It was so special. Zein wasn’t one to talk in such ways, but the pair of them been through much since they had known each other.
So, as much as he wanted her support, he also dreaded it. Zein wanted to stay and to remain the same. But he also knew that this circus was a chance of a lifetime. They had already asked for him once and he declined. They would not ask for him again should he pass up this opportunity. And there was nothing he wanted more than to be a great performer. That was what he would do for Yosef. For himself.
“Are you—” Zein stopped himself from asking a weak question. She had given her advice and he shouldn’t question her further on it. Asking if she was sure invited more feelings than he already had. Instead, he said, “That has always been my dream.” It was selfish and inadequate, but Zein didn’t know how to approach deeper territory.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I was thinking,” he agreed, missing her hand in his the moment it was gone. What was this feeling? Regret? Guilt? He wished she would come with him. That would make things better. Yet, he wasn’t sure she would say yes. While they were similar in many ways, they were also different. Would she settle for this? She was so independent. Working for a circus would confine her.
He held up his cup in return, giving Somra a smile. He shook his head in amusement at her toast, but would let her have it. Without her he might not have gotten so far. “And to Somra, the best partner a juggler could ever ask for.”
They took a drink of their wine, Zein wondering just how much he would drink this night. Perhaps enough to be brave enough to ask her if she would come with him. However, for the moment, he was far too sober to do that. “Now what should we do for tomorrow’s performance? I have been practicing some new moves with fire. How do you feel about jumping through fire rings?”
“Take it. If it is what you want, if it is what your heart is telling you to do,” she told him, squeezing his hand. It was what he was hoping to hear in one way, but another part of him was screaming for her to fight more. Tell him it was a terrible idea. That they were better off on their own, together. That she would miss him. As much as Zein wanted to hear that from Somra, he wanted to tell her as much as well. She was the only reason that he was hesitating. She was so important to him that she would be the main cause of his confusion, his hesitation. But how could he tell her that?
It wasn’t love in the traditional sense. Zein loved Somra, but not romantically. He loved her as a sister, as a companion. As one who knew the hardships of life just as well as he did. He loved her for their performances together. There had been no one else like her. Zein was not sure there would ever be again. The thought that they might never perform together again gutted him. He loved the times when they could get together, come up with a performance, and execute it. It was so special. Zein wasn’t one to talk in such ways, but the pair of them been through much since they had known each other.
So, as much as he wanted her support, he also dreaded it. Zein wanted to stay and to remain the same. But he also knew that this circus was a chance of a lifetime. They had already asked for him once and he declined. They would not ask for him again should he pass up this opportunity. And there was nothing he wanted more than to be a great performer. That was what he would do for Yosef. For himself.
“Are you—” Zein stopped himself from asking a weak question. She had given her advice and he shouldn’t question her further on it. Asking if she was sure invited more feelings than he already had. Instead, he said, “That has always been my dream.” It was selfish and inadequate, but Zein didn’t know how to approach deeper territory.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I was thinking,” he agreed, missing her hand in his the moment it was gone. What was this feeling? Regret? Guilt? He wished she would come with him. That would make things better. Yet, he wasn’t sure she would say yes. While they were similar in many ways, they were also different. Would she settle for this? She was so independent. Working for a circus would confine her.
He held up his cup in return, giving Somra a smile. He shook his head in amusement at her toast, but would let her have it. Without her he might not have gotten so far. “And to Somra, the best partner a juggler could ever ask for.”
They took a drink of their wine, Zein wondering just how much he would drink this night. Perhaps enough to be brave enough to ask her if she would come with him. However, for the moment, he was far too sober to do that. “Now what should we do for tomorrow’s performance? I have been practicing some new moves with fire. How do you feel about jumping through fire rings?”
It hurt Somra terribly to face saying goodbye to him, but she could not say that to him. She knew this was what he wanted, and she was going to support that, no matter how much it actually pained her. No matter how badly she wanted to smack him upside the head and tell him to stick with her.
She almost thought he was going to ask her if she was sure, but he seemed to stop himself. That was probably for the best, because she wasn’t entirely sure that she would be able to keep herself from saying no. They both needed to move on to another topic, or one of them was going to say something and break this illusion that him leaving for the circus was perfectly okay.
She nodded a little as he said it was his dream. She could understand that, and she really couldn’t blame him either. That didn’t mean it wasn’t upsetting to know that she would be losing him, and soon. She doubted this circus would wait long for him to join them after all.
She couldn’t help her small grin though, as he didn’t argue the second best performer part of her toast. It was bitter sweet, because she knew he was likely going with it because this would be one of their last moments together before he would be a man of the circus and no longer her performance partner.
“Fire works for me.” She agreed. People were always in awe of fire, the danger, the heat, the light. It was mesmerizing.
“An evening show then? The best way to show the true power of the fire.” She suggested, the darkness of the evening would make the fire even more intriguing. She had done a few things with fire, but she had never delved too deep in it. Her mind was already racing with ideas of what they could do.
Then a light clicked on in her head and she gave him a mischievous little grin.
“How confident are you that you could catch me should I fall from one of my tight ropes?” She asked curiously, the image already unfolding in her mind. It was dangerous, for her mostly, but it would thrill and awe the crowds.
“Here’s the idea. A tight rope, we light it on fire as I walk. The rope will break, we act as if we did not know it would happen. I fall, you catch me. The crowd will lose it.” She suggested. It would need to be refined a little bit, but it was at least something new, something they had not done yet and something she doubted anyone else had ever done before. No one was crazy enough to let themselves walk on a burning rope, let alone drop a great height and rely on their partner to catch them so they did not get hurt or worse. But Somra loved pushing boundaries when it came to her performances, and if this was to be their last, it was going to be their best.
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It hurt Somra terribly to face saying goodbye to him, but she could not say that to him. She knew this was what he wanted, and she was going to support that, no matter how much it actually pained her. No matter how badly she wanted to smack him upside the head and tell him to stick with her.
She almost thought he was going to ask her if she was sure, but he seemed to stop himself. That was probably for the best, because she wasn’t entirely sure that she would be able to keep herself from saying no. They both needed to move on to another topic, or one of them was going to say something and break this illusion that him leaving for the circus was perfectly okay.
She nodded a little as he said it was his dream. She could understand that, and she really couldn’t blame him either. That didn’t mean it wasn’t upsetting to know that she would be losing him, and soon. She doubted this circus would wait long for him to join them after all.
She couldn’t help her small grin though, as he didn’t argue the second best performer part of her toast. It was bitter sweet, because she knew he was likely going with it because this would be one of their last moments together before he would be a man of the circus and no longer her performance partner.
“Fire works for me.” She agreed. People were always in awe of fire, the danger, the heat, the light. It was mesmerizing.
“An evening show then? The best way to show the true power of the fire.” She suggested, the darkness of the evening would make the fire even more intriguing. She had done a few things with fire, but she had never delved too deep in it. Her mind was already racing with ideas of what they could do.
Then a light clicked on in her head and she gave him a mischievous little grin.
“How confident are you that you could catch me should I fall from one of my tight ropes?” She asked curiously, the image already unfolding in her mind. It was dangerous, for her mostly, but it would thrill and awe the crowds.
“Here’s the idea. A tight rope, we light it on fire as I walk. The rope will break, we act as if we did not know it would happen. I fall, you catch me. The crowd will lose it.” She suggested. It would need to be refined a little bit, but it was at least something new, something they had not done yet and something she doubted anyone else had ever done before. No one was crazy enough to let themselves walk on a burning rope, let alone drop a great height and rely on their partner to catch them so they did not get hurt or worse. But Somra loved pushing boundaries when it came to her performances, and if this was to be their last, it was going to be their best.
It hurt Somra terribly to face saying goodbye to him, but she could not say that to him. She knew this was what he wanted, and she was going to support that, no matter how much it actually pained her. No matter how badly she wanted to smack him upside the head and tell him to stick with her.
She almost thought he was going to ask her if she was sure, but he seemed to stop himself. That was probably for the best, because she wasn’t entirely sure that she would be able to keep herself from saying no. They both needed to move on to another topic, or one of them was going to say something and break this illusion that him leaving for the circus was perfectly okay.
She nodded a little as he said it was his dream. She could understand that, and she really couldn’t blame him either. That didn’t mean it wasn’t upsetting to know that she would be losing him, and soon. She doubted this circus would wait long for him to join them after all.
She couldn’t help her small grin though, as he didn’t argue the second best performer part of her toast. It was bitter sweet, because she knew he was likely going with it because this would be one of their last moments together before he would be a man of the circus and no longer her performance partner.
“Fire works for me.” She agreed. People were always in awe of fire, the danger, the heat, the light. It was mesmerizing.
“An evening show then? The best way to show the true power of the fire.” She suggested, the darkness of the evening would make the fire even more intriguing. She had done a few things with fire, but she had never delved too deep in it. Her mind was already racing with ideas of what they could do.
Then a light clicked on in her head and she gave him a mischievous little grin.
“How confident are you that you could catch me should I fall from one of my tight ropes?” She asked curiously, the image already unfolding in her mind. It was dangerous, for her mostly, but it would thrill and awe the crowds.
“Here’s the idea. A tight rope, we light it on fire as I walk. The rope will break, we act as if we did not know it would happen. I fall, you catch me. The crowd will lose it.” She suggested. It would need to be refined a little bit, but it was at least something new, something they had not done yet and something she doubted anyone else had ever done before. No one was crazy enough to let themselves walk on a burning rope, let alone drop a great height and rely on their partner to catch them so they did not get hurt or worse. But Somra loved pushing boundaries when it came to her performances, and if this was to be their last, it was going to be their best.
He still wanted to ask her to come with him. Or for her to tell him to stay. He would do it, if she asked. Though he was not so sure that she would come with him if he asked. Somra was a free spirit—she didn’t like to be held down. It wasn’t as if they spent all of their time performing together as it was. They met when they could and performed when they were together. Then, after a few days, they parted ways. It was how it had always been. This was similar, but the only difference was that they might not ever perform together again. Zein didn’t know what it meant to be in the circus and also take some side jobs. Would it be welcomed? Frowned upon? And would Somra want to associate herself with someone who performed in the circus? And what if she wanted to go far away? What then?
Zein hated feeling like he was being clingy—that was the last thing he wanted to be in every relationship that he had, but he’d no idea that this was going to be as hard as it was. Somra was his one true friend in this world. He didn’t think he would ever be able to replace her. No, he knew that he absolutely did not want to replace her. Yet, he didn’t feel comfortable saying so. Zein had never been particularly good at telling people how he really felt. Maybe if he had, he would have been able to convince his cousin to escape her family and come with him to Egypt.
That was a few too many sad things, he thought, attempting to move on to the performance details. Zein was glad that Somra didn’t want to ditch him then and there, that she still wanted one last hurrah before he joined the circus. Planning performances were always a favorite of his. He enjoyed it with Somra because she was always game to try his new tricks—and she suggested the best ones. Zein’s brows raised slightly at her question of if he could catch her.
“Very,” he responded, curious to hear more. Zein would not let her fall without being quite sure he could catch her. She was light and they had done some acrobatics before, though this would be new. However, Zein was strong and he was quite confident in his abilities. He hardly dropped any juggling materials anymore and they were far smaller than his friend.
His drink was pushed slightly to the side as Zein leaned in to hear more of her plan. His brows raised further as she explained her idea. It was madness. He loved it. Zein loved to push things to the limit—after all, it had been him juggling fire with his feet that had caught the circus’s attention.
“Ha!” he exclaimed. “I love it. I could juggle some pieces and you could toss me a flame to light them. Then, perhaps, while I juggle the flames, I can accidentally allow them to lick the tight rope. It should be enough to set them on fire. We’ll just have to figure out a spectacular spot for me to toss my flames so that I can catch you and impress the crowd.”
He loved planning with Somra. Nobody else would have suggested this. Continuing with the planning, he added, “We will need some help from the owner of the inn to set up the rope somewhere that’s big enough to hold a crowd. I won’t tell him about the fire bit or else we may not find anyone willing to help us.”
After this, it was going to be so lonely performing without her.
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He still wanted to ask her to come with him. Or for her to tell him to stay. He would do it, if she asked. Though he was not so sure that she would come with him if he asked. Somra was a free spirit—she didn’t like to be held down. It wasn’t as if they spent all of their time performing together as it was. They met when they could and performed when they were together. Then, after a few days, they parted ways. It was how it had always been. This was similar, but the only difference was that they might not ever perform together again. Zein didn’t know what it meant to be in the circus and also take some side jobs. Would it be welcomed? Frowned upon? And would Somra want to associate herself with someone who performed in the circus? And what if she wanted to go far away? What then?
Zein hated feeling like he was being clingy—that was the last thing he wanted to be in every relationship that he had, but he’d no idea that this was going to be as hard as it was. Somra was his one true friend in this world. He didn’t think he would ever be able to replace her. No, he knew that he absolutely did not want to replace her. Yet, he didn’t feel comfortable saying so. Zein had never been particularly good at telling people how he really felt. Maybe if he had, he would have been able to convince his cousin to escape her family and come with him to Egypt.
That was a few too many sad things, he thought, attempting to move on to the performance details. Zein was glad that Somra didn’t want to ditch him then and there, that she still wanted one last hurrah before he joined the circus. Planning performances were always a favorite of his. He enjoyed it with Somra because she was always game to try his new tricks—and she suggested the best ones. Zein’s brows raised slightly at her question of if he could catch her.
“Very,” he responded, curious to hear more. Zein would not let her fall without being quite sure he could catch her. She was light and they had done some acrobatics before, though this would be new. However, Zein was strong and he was quite confident in his abilities. He hardly dropped any juggling materials anymore and they were far smaller than his friend.
His drink was pushed slightly to the side as Zein leaned in to hear more of her plan. His brows raised further as she explained her idea. It was madness. He loved it. Zein loved to push things to the limit—after all, it had been him juggling fire with his feet that had caught the circus’s attention.
“Ha!” he exclaimed. “I love it. I could juggle some pieces and you could toss me a flame to light them. Then, perhaps, while I juggle the flames, I can accidentally allow them to lick the tight rope. It should be enough to set them on fire. We’ll just have to figure out a spectacular spot for me to toss my flames so that I can catch you and impress the crowd.”
He loved planning with Somra. Nobody else would have suggested this. Continuing with the planning, he added, “We will need some help from the owner of the inn to set up the rope somewhere that’s big enough to hold a crowd. I won’t tell him about the fire bit or else we may not find anyone willing to help us.”
After this, it was going to be so lonely performing without her.
He still wanted to ask her to come with him. Or for her to tell him to stay. He would do it, if she asked. Though he was not so sure that she would come with him if he asked. Somra was a free spirit—she didn’t like to be held down. It wasn’t as if they spent all of their time performing together as it was. They met when they could and performed when they were together. Then, after a few days, they parted ways. It was how it had always been. This was similar, but the only difference was that they might not ever perform together again. Zein didn’t know what it meant to be in the circus and also take some side jobs. Would it be welcomed? Frowned upon? And would Somra want to associate herself with someone who performed in the circus? And what if she wanted to go far away? What then?
Zein hated feeling like he was being clingy—that was the last thing he wanted to be in every relationship that he had, but he’d no idea that this was going to be as hard as it was. Somra was his one true friend in this world. He didn’t think he would ever be able to replace her. No, he knew that he absolutely did not want to replace her. Yet, he didn’t feel comfortable saying so. Zein had never been particularly good at telling people how he really felt. Maybe if he had, he would have been able to convince his cousin to escape her family and come with him to Egypt.
That was a few too many sad things, he thought, attempting to move on to the performance details. Zein was glad that Somra didn’t want to ditch him then and there, that she still wanted one last hurrah before he joined the circus. Planning performances were always a favorite of his. He enjoyed it with Somra because she was always game to try his new tricks—and she suggested the best ones. Zein’s brows raised slightly at her question of if he could catch her.
“Very,” he responded, curious to hear more. Zein would not let her fall without being quite sure he could catch her. She was light and they had done some acrobatics before, though this would be new. However, Zein was strong and he was quite confident in his abilities. He hardly dropped any juggling materials anymore and they were far smaller than his friend.
His drink was pushed slightly to the side as Zein leaned in to hear more of her plan. His brows raised further as she explained her idea. It was madness. He loved it. Zein loved to push things to the limit—after all, it had been him juggling fire with his feet that had caught the circus’s attention.
“Ha!” he exclaimed. “I love it. I could juggle some pieces and you could toss me a flame to light them. Then, perhaps, while I juggle the flames, I can accidentally allow them to lick the tight rope. It should be enough to set them on fire. We’ll just have to figure out a spectacular spot for me to toss my flames so that I can catch you and impress the crowd.”
He loved planning with Somra. Nobody else would have suggested this. Continuing with the planning, he added, “We will need some help from the owner of the inn to set up the rope somewhere that’s big enough to hold a crowd. I won’t tell him about the fire bit or else we may not find anyone willing to help us.”
After this, it was going to be so lonely performing without her.
As tempting as it was to ask him to stay, she knew it wasn’t feasible. She figured that at some point the two of them would go their own ways, both of them thirsting for adventure and excitement, she just didn’t think it was going to hurt as much as it did to say goodbye to him.
The wine was helping dull that at least, and their conversation about what they would do for their last show was giving her something to focus on other than the fact that it was in fact their last show. She was sure she would get over this feeling eventually, she would move on and she would feel better. Or so she tried to convince herself.
She grinned as he leaned in and seemed interested in her plan. She figured he would be in for it, there hadn’t been anything that she had suggested for their shows yet that he had said no to. Which was amazing, because a lot of people chickened out at the idea that there might be danger to her or them. She wasn’t afraid of danger, she loved it. The thrill it gave her was better than the best sex she’d ever had, better than the finest wine money could buy.
She grinned as he implemented his juggling in to the show as well, and spoke of needing some where to toss his flames so he could catch her, and she had just the idea.
“A brazier, hidden off to the side, with something in it that will catch fire quickly and create a large flame! It will add to the spectacle of the show. And with any luck, it will catch fire after you’ve caught me!” She suggested, it would be just the giant finale to see the two of them off on their separate ways.
She was positively excited for this show, even though the sadness of it being their last one was still hanging around in the back of her mind, the fantastic ideas they had for the show was more than enough to drown that out for now.
“We will draw the crowds in with our usual, then?” She asked, her fire dancing and his juggling, and a few acrobatics together tended to bring people in, and the finale in all it’s danger and fire would blow their minds.
If she had to say goodbye, she was going to do so in the most fantastical way that she could. The show was as much for the two of them as it was for the crowds. Their friendship had been full of danger and whimsy, so she supposed that what could be the last time they saw each other should suit it.
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As tempting as it was to ask him to stay, she knew it wasn’t feasible. She figured that at some point the two of them would go their own ways, both of them thirsting for adventure and excitement, she just didn’t think it was going to hurt as much as it did to say goodbye to him.
The wine was helping dull that at least, and their conversation about what they would do for their last show was giving her something to focus on other than the fact that it was in fact their last show. She was sure she would get over this feeling eventually, she would move on and she would feel better. Or so she tried to convince herself.
She grinned as he leaned in and seemed interested in her plan. She figured he would be in for it, there hadn’t been anything that she had suggested for their shows yet that he had said no to. Which was amazing, because a lot of people chickened out at the idea that there might be danger to her or them. She wasn’t afraid of danger, she loved it. The thrill it gave her was better than the best sex she’d ever had, better than the finest wine money could buy.
She grinned as he implemented his juggling in to the show as well, and spoke of needing some where to toss his flames so he could catch her, and she had just the idea.
“A brazier, hidden off to the side, with something in it that will catch fire quickly and create a large flame! It will add to the spectacle of the show. And with any luck, it will catch fire after you’ve caught me!” She suggested, it would be just the giant finale to see the two of them off on their separate ways.
She was positively excited for this show, even though the sadness of it being their last one was still hanging around in the back of her mind, the fantastic ideas they had for the show was more than enough to drown that out for now.
“We will draw the crowds in with our usual, then?” She asked, her fire dancing and his juggling, and a few acrobatics together tended to bring people in, and the finale in all it’s danger and fire would blow their minds.
If she had to say goodbye, she was going to do so in the most fantastical way that she could. The show was as much for the two of them as it was for the crowds. Their friendship had been full of danger and whimsy, so she supposed that what could be the last time they saw each other should suit it.
As tempting as it was to ask him to stay, she knew it wasn’t feasible. She figured that at some point the two of them would go their own ways, both of them thirsting for adventure and excitement, she just didn’t think it was going to hurt as much as it did to say goodbye to him.
The wine was helping dull that at least, and their conversation about what they would do for their last show was giving her something to focus on other than the fact that it was in fact their last show. She was sure she would get over this feeling eventually, she would move on and she would feel better. Or so she tried to convince herself.
She grinned as he leaned in and seemed interested in her plan. She figured he would be in for it, there hadn’t been anything that she had suggested for their shows yet that he had said no to. Which was amazing, because a lot of people chickened out at the idea that there might be danger to her or them. She wasn’t afraid of danger, she loved it. The thrill it gave her was better than the best sex she’d ever had, better than the finest wine money could buy.
She grinned as he implemented his juggling in to the show as well, and spoke of needing some where to toss his flames so he could catch her, and she had just the idea.
“A brazier, hidden off to the side, with something in it that will catch fire quickly and create a large flame! It will add to the spectacle of the show. And with any luck, it will catch fire after you’ve caught me!” She suggested, it would be just the giant finale to see the two of them off on their separate ways.
She was positively excited for this show, even though the sadness of it being their last one was still hanging around in the back of her mind, the fantastic ideas they had for the show was more than enough to drown that out for now.
“We will draw the crowds in with our usual, then?” She asked, her fire dancing and his juggling, and a few acrobatics together tended to bring people in, and the finale in all it’s danger and fire would blow their minds.
If she had to say goodbye, she was going to do so in the most fantastical way that she could. The show was as much for the two of them as it was for the crowds. Their friendship had been full of danger and whimsy, so she supposed that what could be the last time they saw each other should suit it.
If he couldn’t think of their future together, then he could lean into the next performance. Their last performance. He didn’t want it to be—but couldn’t see a way to get her to stay. Or him to not join the circus. Because he supposed that was always an option too. Even though it was what he wanted for his future. He wanted to be famous, didn’t he? And he’d never really had friends, so he hadn’t considered the implications of potentially losing any to his dreams. Didn’t he believe that his dreams came first over any friendships anyway? Everything was fleeting. People especially so. His career wasn’t.
Of course, this was the first time he’d ever truly made a friend that he didn’t feel like leaving. But admitting all of that to Somra? It was too much. Zein wasn’t exactly one to share his feelings. And so he pushed them to the side in favor of something he was excited about sharing—plans for their final performance.
The juggler finished the last of his wine, somewhere indicating for the barmaid to come with more for the two of them. He was going to need a lot more if he could stand saying goodbye to her. He leaned in, nodding as Somra laid out her plans. A large grin began to creep across his face. This was daring—probably the most daring performance the two of them had ever had. But it would be oh so thrilling. Zein loved fire. He had been juggling with fire on the day that he had been approached to join the circus. Juggling fire with his feet…but it only made it all the more thrilling. The man loved a good thrill.
“Somra, you’re a genius!” he proclaimed, meaning it. “How will I do this without you?” The last part he hadn’t quite meant to say aloud, but didn’t regret it. If they were going to part, then at least he could be a little bit honest. He wanted her to know how much he cared. Or at least he wanted to try to let her know such a thing. He really wasn’t very good at this kind of thing.
Luckily, the barmaid arrived with more for the both of them to drink and Zein didn’t protest, taking a large drink from his mug the moment it was filled. The girl filling it gave him a flirty smile and Zein returned it. Perhaps he would find her later…
Turning his attention back to his companion, he nodded. “It will be a show to remember. I’m sure the crowds will be large and the profits larger.” And his heart might break slightly, but he would have the fondest memories to take with him. He raised his glass to Somra, “To a wonderful partnership.” May we find each other again some day.
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If he couldn’t think of their future together, then he could lean into the next performance. Their last performance. He didn’t want it to be—but couldn’t see a way to get her to stay. Or him to not join the circus. Because he supposed that was always an option too. Even though it was what he wanted for his future. He wanted to be famous, didn’t he? And he’d never really had friends, so he hadn’t considered the implications of potentially losing any to his dreams. Didn’t he believe that his dreams came first over any friendships anyway? Everything was fleeting. People especially so. His career wasn’t.
Of course, this was the first time he’d ever truly made a friend that he didn’t feel like leaving. But admitting all of that to Somra? It was too much. Zein wasn’t exactly one to share his feelings. And so he pushed them to the side in favor of something he was excited about sharing—plans for their final performance.
The juggler finished the last of his wine, somewhere indicating for the barmaid to come with more for the two of them. He was going to need a lot more if he could stand saying goodbye to her. He leaned in, nodding as Somra laid out her plans. A large grin began to creep across his face. This was daring—probably the most daring performance the two of them had ever had. But it would be oh so thrilling. Zein loved fire. He had been juggling with fire on the day that he had been approached to join the circus. Juggling fire with his feet…but it only made it all the more thrilling. The man loved a good thrill.
“Somra, you’re a genius!” he proclaimed, meaning it. “How will I do this without you?” The last part he hadn’t quite meant to say aloud, but didn’t regret it. If they were going to part, then at least he could be a little bit honest. He wanted her to know how much he cared. Or at least he wanted to try to let her know such a thing. He really wasn’t very good at this kind of thing.
Luckily, the barmaid arrived with more for the both of them to drink and Zein didn’t protest, taking a large drink from his mug the moment it was filled. The girl filling it gave him a flirty smile and Zein returned it. Perhaps he would find her later…
Turning his attention back to his companion, he nodded. “It will be a show to remember. I’m sure the crowds will be large and the profits larger.” And his heart might break slightly, but he would have the fondest memories to take with him. He raised his glass to Somra, “To a wonderful partnership.” May we find each other again some day.
If he couldn’t think of their future together, then he could lean into the next performance. Their last performance. He didn’t want it to be—but couldn’t see a way to get her to stay. Or him to not join the circus. Because he supposed that was always an option too. Even though it was what he wanted for his future. He wanted to be famous, didn’t he? And he’d never really had friends, so he hadn’t considered the implications of potentially losing any to his dreams. Didn’t he believe that his dreams came first over any friendships anyway? Everything was fleeting. People especially so. His career wasn’t.
Of course, this was the first time he’d ever truly made a friend that he didn’t feel like leaving. But admitting all of that to Somra? It was too much. Zein wasn’t exactly one to share his feelings. And so he pushed them to the side in favor of something he was excited about sharing—plans for their final performance.
The juggler finished the last of his wine, somewhere indicating for the barmaid to come with more for the two of them. He was going to need a lot more if he could stand saying goodbye to her. He leaned in, nodding as Somra laid out her plans. A large grin began to creep across his face. This was daring—probably the most daring performance the two of them had ever had. But it would be oh so thrilling. Zein loved fire. He had been juggling with fire on the day that he had been approached to join the circus. Juggling fire with his feet…but it only made it all the more thrilling. The man loved a good thrill.
“Somra, you’re a genius!” he proclaimed, meaning it. “How will I do this without you?” The last part he hadn’t quite meant to say aloud, but didn’t regret it. If they were going to part, then at least he could be a little bit honest. He wanted her to know how much he cared. Or at least he wanted to try to let her know such a thing. He really wasn’t very good at this kind of thing.
Luckily, the barmaid arrived with more for the both of them to drink and Zein didn’t protest, taking a large drink from his mug the moment it was filled. The girl filling it gave him a flirty smile and Zein returned it. Perhaps he would find her later…
Turning his attention back to his companion, he nodded. “It will be a show to remember. I’m sure the crowds will be large and the profits larger.” And his heart might break slightly, but he would have the fondest memories to take with him. He raised his glass to Somra, “To a wonderful partnership.” May we find each other again some day.
