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The circus was bustling, every day except today it seemed. Delia was out practicing, because she was a workaholic. The circus was home, family, her life. She had nothing better to do than to practice and better the rest of the performers around her.
She was… protective of the circus. In her own twisted way, yes, but still, it counted as being protective. She was especially protective of Raziya, of Kesi. And Kesi had told Delia about her best friend, Nia, and that Nia was coming to visit—so Delia being the den-mother that she was, kept an eye out for the stranger.
And it was by keeping an eye out, that she caught sight of a strange woman perusing through one tent, where Delia spent a lot of time watching after the cats (though some might say that Delia was watching Hamidi, but those people do not know what they’re talking about).
She dropped the unlit rope-dart against her back, ignoring the quiet thump it made as it met with her flesh. That’d be a bruise, but oh well. “Hey!” She called, moving to cut the woman off from the tent she was heading towards. There wasn’t anything particularly special back there but the animals. She just wasn’t in the mood for someone to get hurt—she didn’t know Nia outside of what Kesi had told her.
“Looking for Kesi, right?” Sweet, adorable Kesi. Sweet. Adorable. Kesi. The young woman was like a younger sister to Delia; or an adopted daughter, though it truly depended on the time and place. “She’s out,” probably catching snakes, or gods knew what else. Delia didn’t manage Kesi’s time, as it was not her place.
Kesi was old enough to make her own decisions, as she had recently shown. Somgi’s death was fresh on Delia’s mind, and she had been planning to spend the day dealing with fallout from Somgi’s death—and from his life. The man was a ruiner and had almost ruined her home…
She was glad he’d passed. “Why don’t you come have some tea with me? I’m Delia.” She offered the hand that wasn’t clutching the end of the rope-dart, and a charming smile.
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The circus was bustling, every day except today it seemed. Delia was out practicing, because she was a workaholic. The circus was home, family, her life. She had nothing better to do than to practice and better the rest of the performers around her.
She was… protective of the circus. In her own twisted way, yes, but still, it counted as being protective. She was especially protective of Raziya, of Kesi. And Kesi had told Delia about her best friend, Nia, and that Nia was coming to visit—so Delia being the den-mother that she was, kept an eye out for the stranger.
And it was by keeping an eye out, that she caught sight of a strange woman perusing through one tent, where Delia spent a lot of time watching after the cats (though some might say that Delia was watching Hamidi, but those people do not know what they’re talking about).
She dropped the unlit rope-dart against her back, ignoring the quiet thump it made as it met with her flesh. That’d be a bruise, but oh well. “Hey!” She called, moving to cut the woman off from the tent she was heading towards. There wasn’t anything particularly special back there but the animals. She just wasn’t in the mood for someone to get hurt—she didn’t know Nia outside of what Kesi had told her.
“Looking for Kesi, right?” Sweet, adorable Kesi. Sweet. Adorable. Kesi. The young woman was like a younger sister to Delia; or an adopted daughter, though it truly depended on the time and place. “She’s out,” probably catching snakes, or gods knew what else. Delia didn’t manage Kesi’s time, as it was not her place.
Kesi was old enough to make her own decisions, as she had recently shown. Somgi’s death was fresh on Delia’s mind, and she had been planning to spend the day dealing with fallout from Somgi’s death—and from his life. The man was a ruiner and had almost ruined her home…
She was glad he’d passed. “Why don’t you come have some tea with me? I’m Delia.” She offered the hand that wasn’t clutching the end of the rope-dart, and a charming smile.
The circus was bustling, every day except today it seemed. Delia was out practicing, because she was a workaholic. The circus was home, family, her life. She had nothing better to do than to practice and better the rest of the performers around her.
She was… protective of the circus. In her own twisted way, yes, but still, it counted as being protective. She was especially protective of Raziya, of Kesi. And Kesi had told Delia about her best friend, Nia, and that Nia was coming to visit—so Delia being the den-mother that she was, kept an eye out for the stranger.
And it was by keeping an eye out, that she caught sight of a strange woman perusing through one tent, where Delia spent a lot of time watching after the cats (though some might say that Delia was watching Hamidi, but those people do not know what they’re talking about).
She dropped the unlit rope-dart against her back, ignoring the quiet thump it made as it met with her flesh. That’d be a bruise, but oh well. “Hey!” She called, moving to cut the woman off from the tent she was heading towards. There wasn’t anything particularly special back there but the animals. She just wasn’t in the mood for someone to get hurt—she didn’t know Nia outside of what Kesi had told her.
“Looking for Kesi, right?” Sweet, adorable Kesi. Sweet. Adorable. Kesi. The young woman was like a younger sister to Delia; or an adopted daughter, though it truly depended on the time and place. “She’s out,” probably catching snakes, or gods knew what else. Delia didn’t manage Kesi’s time, as it was not her place.
Kesi was old enough to make her own decisions, as she had recently shown. Somgi’s death was fresh on Delia’s mind, and she had been planning to spend the day dealing with fallout from Somgi’s death—and from his life. The man was a ruiner and had almost ruined her home…
She was glad he’d passed. “Why don’t you come have some tea with me? I’m Delia.” She offered the hand that wasn’t clutching the end of the rope-dart, and a charming smile.
Nia was full of a mixture of trepidation and excitement as she approached the sprawling area where the circus was set up, eyes wide with hushed awe. It was even bigger than she would have imagined, and though there wasn’t a performance set to begin for at least a few hours, the area bustled with a hum of activity. Performers practiced their stunts, vendors set up their wares, and everywhere it seemed a sort of organized chaos. It was beautiful, in its own way.
Now, where could she find Kesi? The rather odd young woman had invited her to come and promised to show her around, and while the snake charmer made her a little nervous, Nia was hard put to refuse such an invitation. What would it be like, to see what went on behind the scenes of such a marvelous act? She counted herself lucky to be able to see.
Clad in a black linen kalasiris that left the top half of her bare, all that adorned her torso was a thick gold and leather collar with beaded tassels that hung down along her sternum and collarbones. It was far too hot to wear much else, and besides, it was Egypt. She doubted anyone would look at her sideways. Bare feet were near silent as she padded across the sandy ground, idly tying her long hair into a hasty knot that would leave her neck bare. She ought to have pinned it up before she left, but she had wanted to get away from her prattling handmaids as soon as possible. Now, she was starting to regret it as sweat soaked the little hairs at the base of her skull.
Curious footsteps carried her among the throng of people, helplessly searching for the diminutive snake charmer. While she still hadn’t found Kesi, the things that she did find were wondrous, watching in open-mouthed astonishment as a pair of acrobats climbed and vaulted over one another in perfect tandem. Nia was a graceful woman and plenty flexible, but she couldn’t even imagine possessing the sort of talent these women had. It was dazzling.
Trailing away from the acrobats as she spotted a tent that looked like it could some promise, Nia started making her way toward it, hoping that perhaps she would find the woman along the way. Just about to push aside the flap, she was startled from the action by a nearby voice, sheepishly looking over at the woman with a hint of a blush in her bronzed cheeks. Apparently, she had wandered somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be.
“Looking for Kesi, yes, I’m sorry,” she apologized, making a face when the other woman said she was out. Of course, just her luck. However, she was quick to offer her own company instead, and Nia smiled. While she wasn’t sure if she ought to trust anyone in this circus after Kesi’s bizarre behavior the day they met, at least this one seemed friendly. That was a start.
“Nia,” she introduced herself, taking the woman’s offered hand in greeting. “A pleasure to meet you, Delia. Tea sounds lovely. Do you know when Kesi will return?”
Eyeing the peculiar contraption slung over Delia’s back, Nia cocked her head curiously to the side and pointed at it. “What is that?”
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Nia was full of a mixture of trepidation and excitement as she approached the sprawling area where the circus was set up, eyes wide with hushed awe. It was even bigger than she would have imagined, and though there wasn’t a performance set to begin for at least a few hours, the area bustled with a hum of activity. Performers practiced their stunts, vendors set up their wares, and everywhere it seemed a sort of organized chaos. It was beautiful, in its own way.
Now, where could she find Kesi? The rather odd young woman had invited her to come and promised to show her around, and while the snake charmer made her a little nervous, Nia was hard put to refuse such an invitation. What would it be like, to see what went on behind the scenes of such a marvelous act? She counted herself lucky to be able to see.
Clad in a black linen kalasiris that left the top half of her bare, all that adorned her torso was a thick gold and leather collar with beaded tassels that hung down along her sternum and collarbones. It was far too hot to wear much else, and besides, it was Egypt. She doubted anyone would look at her sideways. Bare feet were near silent as she padded across the sandy ground, idly tying her long hair into a hasty knot that would leave her neck bare. She ought to have pinned it up before she left, but she had wanted to get away from her prattling handmaids as soon as possible. Now, she was starting to regret it as sweat soaked the little hairs at the base of her skull.
Curious footsteps carried her among the throng of people, helplessly searching for the diminutive snake charmer. While she still hadn’t found Kesi, the things that she did find were wondrous, watching in open-mouthed astonishment as a pair of acrobats climbed and vaulted over one another in perfect tandem. Nia was a graceful woman and plenty flexible, but she couldn’t even imagine possessing the sort of talent these women had. It was dazzling.
Trailing away from the acrobats as she spotted a tent that looked like it could some promise, Nia started making her way toward it, hoping that perhaps she would find the woman along the way. Just about to push aside the flap, she was startled from the action by a nearby voice, sheepishly looking over at the woman with a hint of a blush in her bronzed cheeks. Apparently, she had wandered somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be.
“Looking for Kesi, yes, I’m sorry,” she apologized, making a face when the other woman said she was out. Of course, just her luck. However, she was quick to offer her own company instead, and Nia smiled. While she wasn’t sure if she ought to trust anyone in this circus after Kesi’s bizarre behavior the day they met, at least this one seemed friendly. That was a start.
“Nia,” she introduced herself, taking the woman’s offered hand in greeting. “A pleasure to meet you, Delia. Tea sounds lovely. Do you know when Kesi will return?”
Eyeing the peculiar contraption slung over Delia’s back, Nia cocked her head curiously to the side and pointed at it. “What is that?”
Nia was full of a mixture of trepidation and excitement as she approached the sprawling area where the circus was set up, eyes wide with hushed awe. It was even bigger than she would have imagined, and though there wasn’t a performance set to begin for at least a few hours, the area bustled with a hum of activity. Performers practiced their stunts, vendors set up their wares, and everywhere it seemed a sort of organized chaos. It was beautiful, in its own way.
Now, where could she find Kesi? The rather odd young woman had invited her to come and promised to show her around, and while the snake charmer made her a little nervous, Nia was hard put to refuse such an invitation. What would it be like, to see what went on behind the scenes of such a marvelous act? She counted herself lucky to be able to see.
Clad in a black linen kalasiris that left the top half of her bare, all that adorned her torso was a thick gold and leather collar with beaded tassels that hung down along her sternum and collarbones. It was far too hot to wear much else, and besides, it was Egypt. She doubted anyone would look at her sideways. Bare feet were near silent as she padded across the sandy ground, idly tying her long hair into a hasty knot that would leave her neck bare. She ought to have pinned it up before she left, but she had wanted to get away from her prattling handmaids as soon as possible. Now, she was starting to regret it as sweat soaked the little hairs at the base of her skull.
Curious footsteps carried her among the throng of people, helplessly searching for the diminutive snake charmer. While she still hadn’t found Kesi, the things that she did find were wondrous, watching in open-mouthed astonishment as a pair of acrobats climbed and vaulted over one another in perfect tandem. Nia was a graceful woman and plenty flexible, but she couldn’t even imagine possessing the sort of talent these women had. It was dazzling.
Trailing away from the acrobats as she spotted a tent that looked like it could some promise, Nia started making her way toward it, hoping that perhaps she would find the woman along the way. Just about to push aside the flap, she was startled from the action by a nearby voice, sheepishly looking over at the woman with a hint of a blush in her bronzed cheeks. Apparently, she had wandered somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be.
“Looking for Kesi, yes, I’m sorry,” she apologized, making a face when the other woman said she was out. Of course, just her luck. However, she was quick to offer her own company instead, and Nia smiled. While she wasn’t sure if she ought to trust anyone in this circus after Kesi’s bizarre behavior the day they met, at least this one seemed friendly. That was a start.
“Nia,” she introduced herself, taking the woman’s offered hand in greeting. “A pleasure to meet you, Delia. Tea sounds lovely. Do you know when Kesi will return?”
Eyeing the peculiar contraption slung over Delia’s back, Nia cocked her head curiously to the side and pointed at it. “What is that?”