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It wasn’t often that Mayet ventured into the southern wastan. With all the comfort and convenience of Oso’s home, it felt like another world to step into the busy and bustling streets of Cairo, particularly those parts of town that she had so outgrown when the General had taken her into his bed and his home. But now the house had the quietness that it did without his presence, and she was beginning to find the walls enclosing rather than protecting. There were a theatre troup performing in the square, and so after seeing the older Orsorsen settled, the woman had excused herself, one of the male slaves trailing her as some form of guard as she walked through the streets.
The scorching heat had gone for the day, making way for the chill of the desert night, and so Mayet had wrapped a heavier linen across her shoulders, less flesh visible than usual. Still, she ha never been one to blend in, and the feline eyes were etched with a slash of blue pigment her dark hair coiled tight into a braid away from her face.
Sending the slave to buy some dates and perhaps wine to see the evening in, Mayet stood a little way back from where the rudimentary stage had been set. There was as yet no sign of any performers, so she contented herself with people watching a little, waving her hand in irritation at the man who approached selling blooms already wilted from the days heat.
“No” she said, with enough bite in the word that the man did not press his luck even though she stood out amongst those she stood by. Mayet might have had the look of a pampered noble but she had grown up harder and wasn’t about to be pressured into spending gold just because she was wearing gold.
She wasn’t defenceless either, the dagger strapped to her thigh was not for ornament. Mayet led a strange life now, straddling two worlds and yet not really belonging in either. She did her best at the event’s she attended on Oso’s arm, but she knew that she would never really be one of those ladies who claimed such a sphere as their own. But nor did she really belong here anymore, amongst the poorer citizens of Cairo. The people of her past.
When Dremohtep returned with a small bag of sugared dates, Mayet turned to reach and take them from him, only realising as she did that her foot had caught the hem of a kalasiris of a striking young woman. Mayet’s gaze swept up and down the other woman and she tilted her head a little. “My apologies, sadiq”
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It wasn’t often that Mayet ventured into the southern wastan. With all the comfort and convenience of Oso’s home, it felt like another world to step into the busy and bustling streets of Cairo, particularly those parts of town that she had so outgrown when the General had taken her into his bed and his home. But now the house had the quietness that it did without his presence, and she was beginning to find the walls enclosing rather than protecting. There were a theatre troup performing in the square, and so after seeing the older Orsorsen settled, the woman had excused herself, one of the male slaves trailing her as some form of guard as she walked through the streets.
The scorching heat had gone for the day, making way for the chill of the desert night, and so Mayet had wrapped a heavier linen across her shoulders, less flesh visible than usual. Still, she ha never been one to blend in, and the feline eyes were etched with a slash of blue pigment her dark hair coiled tight into a braid away from her face.
Sending the slave to buy some dates and perhaps wine to see the evening in, Mayet stood a little way back from where the rudimentary stage had been set. There was as yet no sign of any performers, so she contented herself with people watching a little, waving her hand in irritation at the man who approached selling blooms already wilted from the days heat.
“No” she said, with enough bite in the word that the man did not press his luck even though she stood out amongst those she stood by. Mayet might have had the look of a pampered noble but she had grown up harder and wasn’t about to be pressured into spending gold just because she was wearing gold.
She wasn’t defenceless either, the dagger strapped to her thigh was not for ornament. Mayet led a strange life now, straddling two worlds and yet not really belonging in either. She did her best at the event’s she attended on Oso’s arm, but she knew that she would never really be one of those ladies who claimed such a sphere as their own. But nor did she really belong here anymore, amongst the poorer citizens of Cairo. The people of her past.
When Dremohtep returned with a small bag of sugared dates, Mayet turned to reach and take them from him, only realising as she did that her foot had caught the hem of a kalasiris of a striking young woman. Mayet’s gaze swept up and down the other woman and she tilted her head a little. “My apologies, sadiq”
It wasn’t often that Mayet ventured into the southern wastan. With all the comfort and convenience of Oso’s home, it felt like another world to step into the busy and bustling streets of Cairo, particularly those parts of town that she had so outgrown when the General had taken her into his bed and his home. But now the house had the quietness that it did without his presence, and she was beginning to find the walls enclosing rather than protecting. There were a theatre troup performing in the square, and so after seeing the older Orsorsen settled, the woman had excused herself, one of the male slaves trailing her as some form of guard as she walked through the streets.
The scorching heat had gone for the day, making way for the chill of the desert night, and so Mayet had wrapped a heavier linen across her shoulders, less flesh visible than usual. Still, she ha never been one to blend in, and the feline eyes were etched with a slash of blue pigment her dark hair coiled tight into a braid away from her face.
Sending the slave to buy some dates and perhaps wine to see the evening in, Mayet stood a little way back from where the rudimentary stage had been set. There was as yet no sign of any performers, so she contented herself with people watching a little, waving her hand in irritation at the man who approached selling blooms already wilted from the days heat.
“No” she said, with enough bite in the word that the man did not press his luck even though she stood out amongst those she stood by. Mayet might have had the look of a pampered noble but she had grown up harder and wasn’t about to be pressured into spending gold just because she was wearing gold.
She wasn’t defenceless either, the dagger strapped to her thigh was not for ornament. Mayet led a strange life now, straddling two worlds and yet not really belonging in either. She did her best at the event’s she attended on Oso’s arm, but she knew that she would never really be one of those ladies who claimed such a sphere as their own. But nor did she really belong here anymore, amongst the poorer citizens of Cairo. The people of her past.
When Dremohtep returned with a small bag of sugared dates, Mayet turned to reach and take them from him, only realising as she did that her foot had caught the hem of a kalasiris of a striking young woman. Mayet’s gaze swept up and down the other woman and she tilted her head a little. “My apologies, sadiq”
The Southern Wastan was one place in Cairo that Mafdet could easily deliver her deliverables to customers, even in broad daylight. There were several people coming and going that it would often go unnoticed as Mafdet could easily pass something without bringing much attention. It was a simple task, Mafdet was a pickpocket on the streets of Mansa before she lived in Pleasure Houses with her mother, so the life she lived was only prepared by her youth. It would be ill-advised to sell contraband in front of so many people, and her buyer was less confident in her abilities… An insult to say the least, but he eventually conceded in doing what Mafdet asked – the Southen Wastan was just the place.
Mafdet walked the streets of the Southern Wastan dressed in a white Kalasiris, her face was covered by a thin white veil to bring some obscurity. The Lady kept a normal pace as she shifted through the people, she made sure to appear as normal as possible – in sight of rushing through crowds was bound to bring an eye toward her, whether it would bad attention or good attention, did not matter. The requested poison remained hidden within a travertine that was often used to hold perfumes, which proved to be the perfect concealer of sorts. All Mafdet would have to do was hand the small jar over to the buyer, of course payment had to be presented first.
The Lady came over to a shaded area where a man sat patiently on a stool, and Mafdet assumed that it was her buyer. The tall woman came to his side and also sat neatly in a stool opposite of the man, though she neither spoke nor watched the man, but instead watched people as the obliviously walked by. Without looking toward Mafdet, the man spoke, “Do you have what I asked?” the man said briefly, before Mafdet answered, “Do you have what I ask? Payment comes first.” Mafdet said expectantly, because what good would it do her to readily give her item without proper payment, he could easily run off with it and that would not end lightly. The man shifted in the stool as he sighed, “I do not have the payment offhand, but I do need the… perfume as soon as possible.”
The hazel eyed beauty rolled her eyes as she stood from the stool, before she responded with a coldness in her voice, “Do you take me as a fool? No payment, no deal. Have a good day.” Mafdet began to start moving, but the man stood to grab her arm, “You do not understand, I was not asking.” The utterance of those words made Mafdet snicker as she snatched her arm back, “I did not take you as a fool, but grabbing me was a mistake – do that again and your blood will spill.” Mafdet said as she quickly made off into the crowd of people. It was clear that she had to quickly leave the area, though as she was on her way, her kalasiris was caught by someone’s foot; which caused her to overstep and drop the jar that broke and spilt its contents. At the sight of spilt poison, Mafdet cursed under her breath, “Gods…” She looked up to the woman who apologized, Mafdet was about to respond politely, but abruptly she was grabbed again and immediately took her free hand to scratch the eye of the man.
While he was distracted, Mafdet pulled her concealed dagger from her thigh and came up to the man with a swiftness. The dagger was pointed at the man’s throat, she spoke with venom on her words, “Did I not tell you that grabbing me again was a mistake? I will not tell you again.” The man back away as others began to stare at the commotion, and once the man stepped off, Mafdet lowered her dagger and returned it to a concealed state. Now talking to the woman from moments ago, “I do apologize for this show… it does seem men do not have manners or know how to treat women of wealth.”
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The Southern Wastan was one place in Cairo that Mafdet could easily deliver her deliverables to customers, even in broad daylight. There were several people coming and going that it would often go unnoticed as Mafdet could easily pass something without bringing much attention. It was a simple task, Mafdet was a pickpocket on the streets of Mansa before she lived in Pleasure Houses with her mother, so the life she lived was only prepared by her youth. It would be ill-advised to sell contraband in front of so many people, and her buyer was less confident in her abilities… An insult to say the least, but he eventually conceded in doing what Mafdet asked – the Southen Wastan was just the place.
Mafdet walked the streets of the Southern Wastan dressed in a white Kalasiris, her face was covered by a thin white veil to bring some obscurity. The Lady kept a normal pace as she shifted through the people, she made sure to appear as normal as possible – in sight of rushing through crowds was bound to bring an eye toward her, whether it would bad attention or good attention, did not matter. The requested poison remained hidden within a travertine that was often used to hold perfumes, which proved to be the perfect concealer of sorts. All Mafdet would have to do was hand the small jar over to the buyer, of course payment had to be presented first.
The Lady came over to a shaded area where a man sat patiently on a stool, and Mafdet assumed that it was her buyer. The tall woman came to his side and also sat neatly in a stool opposite of the man, though she neither spoke nor watched the man, but instead watched people as the obliviously walked by. Without looking toward Mafdet, the man spoke, “Do you have what I asked?” the man said briefly, before Mafdet answered, “Do you have what I ask? Payment comes first.” Mafdet said expectantly, because what good would it do her to readily give her item without proper payment, he could easily run off with it and that would not end lightly. The man shifted in the stool as he sighed, “I do not have the payment offhand, but I do need the… perfume as soon as possible.”
The hazel eyed beauty rolled her eyes as she stood from the stool, before she responded with a coldness in her voice, “Do you take me as a fool? No payment, no deal. Have a good day.” Mafdet began to start moving, but the man stood to grab her arm, “You do not understand, I was not asking.” The utterance of those words made Mafdet snicker as she snatched her arm back, “I did not take you as a fool, but grabbing me was a mistake – do that again and your blood will spill.” Mafdet said as she quickly made off into the crowd of people. It was clear that she had to quickly leave the area, though as she was on her way, her kalasiris was caught by someone’s foot; which caused her to overstep and drop the jar that broke and spilt its contents. At the sight of spilt poison, Mafdet cursed under her breath, “Gods…” She looked up to the woman who apologized, Mafdet was about to respond politely, but abruptly she was grabbed again and immediately took her free hand to scratch the eye of the man.
While he was distracted, Mafdet pulled her concealed dagger from her thigh and came up to the man with a swiftness. The dagger was pointed at the man’s throat, she spoke with venom on her words, “Did I not tell you that grabbing me again was a mistake? I will not tell you again.” The man back away as others began to stare at the commotion, and once the man stepped off, Mafdet lowered her dagger and returned it to a concealed state. Now talking to the woman from moments ago, “I do apologize for this show… it does seem men do not have manners or know how to treat women of wealth.”
The Southern Wastan was one place in Cairo that Mafdet could easily deliver her deliverables to customers, even in broad daylight. There were several people coming and going that it would often go unnoticed as Mafdet could easily pass something without bringing much attention. It was a simple task, Mafdet was a pickpocket on the streets of Mansa before she lived in Pleasure Houses with her mother, so the life she lived was only prepared by her youth. It would be ill-advised to sell contraband in front of so many people, and her buyer was less confident in her abilities… An insult to say the least, but he eventually conceded in doing what Mafdet asked – the Southen Wastan was just the place.
Mafdet walked the streets of the Southern Wastan dressed in a white Kalasiris, her face was covered by a thin white veil to bring some obscurity. The Lady kept a normal pace as she shifted through the people, she made sure to appear as normal as possible – in sight of rushing through crowds was bound to bring an eye toward her, whether it would bad attention or good attention, did not matter. The requested poison remained hidden within a travertine that was often used to hold perfumes, which proved to be the perfect concealer of sorts. All Mafdet would have to do was hand the small jar over to the buyer, of course payment had to be presented first.
The Lady came over to a shaded area where a man sat patiently on a stool, and Mafdet assumed that it was her buyer. The tall woman came to his side and also sat neatly in a stool opposite of the man, though she neither spoke nor watched the man, but instead watched people as the obliviously walked by. Without looking toward Mafdet, the man spoke, “Do you have what I asked?” the man said briefly, before Mafdet answered, “Do you have what I ask? Payment comes first.” Mafdet said expectantly, because what good would it do her to readily give her item without proper payment, he could easily run off with it and that would not end lightly. The man shifted in the stool as he sighed, “I do not have the payment offhand, but I do need the… perfume as soon as possible.”
The hazel eyed beauty rolled her eyes as she stood from the stool, before she responded with a coldness in her voice, “Do you take me as a fool? No payment, no deal. Have a good day.” Mafdet began to start moving, but the man stood to grab her arm, “You do not understand, I was not asking.” The utterance of those words made Mafdet snicker as she snatched her arm back, “I did not take you as a fool, but grabbing me was a mistake – do that again and your blood will spill.” Mafdet said as she quickly made off into the crowd of people. It was clear that she had to quickly leave the area, though as she was on her way, her kalasiris was caught by someone’s foot; which caused her to overstep and drop the jar that broke and spilt its contents. At the sight of spilt poison, Mafdet cursed under her breath, “Gods…” She looked up to the woman who apologized, Mafdet was about to respond politely, but abruptly she was grabbed again and immediately took her free hand to scratch the eye of the man.
While he was distracted, Mafdet pulled her concealed dagger from her thigh and came up to the man with a swiftness. The dagger was pointed at the man’s throat, she spoke with venom on her words, “Did I not tell you that grabbing me again was a mistake? I will not tell you again.” The man back away as others began to stare at the commotion, and once the man stepped off, Mafdet lowered her dagger and returned it to a concealed state. Now talking to the woman from moments ago, “I do apologize for this show… it does seem men do not have manners or know how to treat women of wealth.”