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The get-together was in full swing and Selima could not be happier. It seemed that everyone was pleased. Smiles were going on all around, well except for poor Davitah who looked miserably sick and was clearly just trying to put on the best face in order to be polite. Selima would look for the right opportunity for Davitah to excuse herself so she could go to her room and sleep. The poor dear needed it desperately.
It was good for Selima as well. She loved it when people could see her home and spend time with her family. She worked so hard to make sure that everything was perfect, from the food that was served, the cleanliness of her home, to even her children and the way they behaved. When there was a get-together like this, it felt like the fruits of her labor were finally coming to fruition.
Selima was making her rounds around the room, making sure that everyone was happy and that no one needed anything. It was then that her eye landed on Amarissa. She didn’t quite see who she was talking to, the woman was around the corner and away from Selima’s view. But Selima could see Amarissa’s eye slide towards the front door. Oh no, was she thinking of leaving? That broke Selima’s heart. Was the party boring for her? Or was she… looking to get into mischief?
Selima hoped that it was neither. She had worked hard to make sure everyone would be pleased and that her home gave off a welcoming environment even if she had to… contend with her husband’s serious and frigid personality. She didn’t like to think that something was leaving Amarissa upset or bored. Though, Selima did suppose that this get together skewed towards an older, respectable crowd. This party should, however, be an example of what Amarissa would have to do when she was a wife to a respectable man. There were many things to learn from this event alone. Honestly, Selima was disappointed Davitah was so sick because this could have been a teaching moment for her. Amarissa, however, didn’t have that ill fortune.
She could, Selima supposed, be wanting to leave to do something rebellious. Selima was her age once, though by then she was married eight years and already had both her son and daughter. She still had a spirit, though. She had wanted to shed this… perfect skin she wore. Selima could not blame the young girl if that was where her thoughts were. She could only steer them… towards a more productive avenue.
“Amarissa, my dear!” Selima smiled as she approached the woman. “I hate to be a bother, but Davitah is so ill. Could I ask for your assistance in the kitchen? I need to finish the deserts, and could use an extra hand. These ones,” Selima held out hers and gave a laugh, “keep cracking and creaking. I swear, it wasn’t that long ago I could twice the amount of work and not even feel the least bit sore.”
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The get-together was in full swing and Selima could not be happier. It seemed that everyone was pleased. Smiles were going on all around, well except for poor Davitah who looked miserably sick and was clearly just trying to put on the best face in order to be polite. Selima would look for the right opportunity for Davitah to excuse herself so she could go to her room and sleep. The poor dear needed it desperately.
It was good for Selima as well. She loved it when people could see her home and spend time with her family. She worked so hard to make sure that everything was perfect, from the food that was served, the cleanliness of her home, to even her children and the way they behaved. When there was a get-together like this, it felt like the fruits of her labor were finally coming to fruition.
Selima was making her rounds around the room, making sure that everyone was happy and that no one needed anything. It was then that her eye landed on Amarissa. She didn’t quite see who she was talking to, the woman was around the corner and away from Selima’s view. But Selima could see Amarissa’s eye slide towards the front door. Oh no, was she thinking of leaving? That broke Selima’s heart. Was the party boring for her? Or was she… looking to get into mischief?
Selima hoped that it was neither. She had worked hard to make sure everyone would be pleased and that her home gave off a welcoming environment even if she had to… contend with her husband’s serious and frigid personality. She didn’t like to think that something was leaving Amarissa upset or bored. Though, Selima did suppose that this get together skewed towards an older, respectable crowd. This party should, however, be an example of what Amarissa would have to do when she was a wife to a respectable man. There were many things to learn from this event alone. Honestly, Selima was disappointed Davitah was so sick because this could have been a teaching moment for her. Amarissa, however, didn’t have that ill fortune.
She could, Selima supposed, be wanting to leave to do something rebellious. Selima was her age once, though by then she was married eight years and already had both her son and daughter. She still had a spirit, though. She had wanted to shed this… perfect skin she wore. Selima could not blame the young girl if that was where her thoughts were. She could only steer them… towards a more productive avenue.
“Amarissa, my dear!” Selima smiled as she approached the woman. “I hate to be a bother, but Davitah is so ill. Could I ask for your assistance in the kitchen? I need to finish the deserts, and could use an extra hand. These ones,” Selima held out hers and gave a laugh, “keep cracking and creaking. I swear, it wasn’t that long ago I could twice the amount of work and not even feel the least bit sore.”
The get-together was in full swing and Selima could not be happier. It seemed that everyone was pleased. Smiles were going on all around, well except for poor Davitah who looked miserably sick and was clearly just trying to put on the best face in order to be polite. Selima would look for the right opportunity for Davitah to excuse herself so she could go to her room and sleep. The poor dear needed it desperately.
It was good for Selima as well. She loved it when people could see her home and spend time with her family. She worked so hard to make sure that everything was perfect, from the food that was served, the cleanliness of her home, to even her children and the way they behaved. When there was a get-together like this, it felt like the fruits of her labor were finally coming to fruition.
Selima was making her rounds around the room, making sure that everyone was happy and that no one needed anything. It was then that her eye landed on Amarissa. She didn’t quite see who she was talking to, the woman was around the corner and away from Selima’s view. But Selima could see Amarissa’s eye slide towards the front door. Oh no, was she thinking of leaving? That broke Selima’s heart. Was the party boring for her? Or was she… looking to get into mischief?
Selima hoped that it was neither. She had worked hard to make sure everyone would be pleased and that her home gave off a welcoming environment even if she had to… contend with her husband’s serious and frigid personality. She didn’t like to think that something was leaving Amarissa upset or bored. Though, Selima did suppose that this get together skewed towards an older, respectable crowd. This party should, however, be an example of what Amarissa would have to do when she was a wife to a respectable man. There were many things to learn from this event alone. Honestly, Selima was disappointed Davitah was so sick because this could have been a teaching moment for her. Amarissa, however, didn’t have that ill fortune.
She could, Selima supposed, be wanting to leave to do something rebellious. Selima was her age once, though by then she was married eight years and already had both her son and daughter. She still had a spirit, though. She had wanted to shed this… perfect skin she wore. Selima could not blame the young girl if that was where her thoughts were. She could only steer them… towards a more productive avenue.
“Amarissa, my dear!” Selima smiled as she approached the woman. “I hate to be a bother, but Davitah is so ill. Could I ask for your assistance in the kitchen? I need to finish the deserts, and could use an extra hand. These ones,” Selima held out hers and gave a laugh, “keep cracking and creaking. I swear, it wasn’t that long ago I could twice the amount of work and not even feel the least bit sore.”
Parties were always tenuous activities. Amarissa generally had a good time catching up with old friends and hearing news from across the kingdom. But as she grew older, the conversations tended to focus less on the innocent, exciting gossips of teenagers and more around who was getting married, who was having children, who was down on their luck and who'd been caught in sin. Whispers of the war and how it impacted profits. Whispers about those who'd not been blessed with children and speculation on why. Rumors about those who were still unmarried. Amarissa increasingly found herself out of place and wondering if she was getting whispered about.
It was natural she supposed. She was the daughter of a council member. That in itself brought scrutiny and responsibilities. Then add to it that her mother was an outsider and had only had her and no sons. Many had questioned the favor Yahweh had placed on Gali to produce sons and yet die so young. Perhaps her death had even been punishment on Elhanan for marrying a foreign woman. Few would say anything of the sort to Amarissa's face, but Mazel had told her of whispers and Amarissa could not help but watch the faces and eyes of those who spoke and whispered around her and wonder.
With the whispers she'd heard at the temple about Maeri and Amiti, Amarissa could not help but remember these previous whispers as well. She wondered if she should distance herself from the young couple in case her association harmed them in any way. But perhaps that would only seem more suspicious. And besides, Amarissa did enjoy Maeri's company so.
It was then why Amarissa was glancing at the door with fairly regular interval. She was awaiting her friend's arrival and hoping perhaps Maeri's cherry outlook would distract her from such dark thoughts.
She was surprised then when Selima was at her side and requested her help. "Oh I'm so sorry to hear that" Amarissa noted softly when the older woman noted her daughter's illness. "Yes of course, she should go right up to bed and rest. I'd be happy to help" Amarissa nodded and started to move towards the kitchen with the older woman.
"You know" she noted softly as the two walked. "My mother has this wonderful salve her mother taught her to make. It uses the juice of the aloe, some crushed oats and goats milk. She says it helps the aching. I would be happy to bring you some on our next visit?" she offered with a smile.
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Parties were always tenuous activities. Amarissa generally had a good time catching up with old friends and hearing news from across the kingdom. But as she grew older, the conversations tended to focus less on the innocent, exciting gossips of teenagers and more around who was getting married, who was having children, who was down on their luck and who'd been caught in sin. Whispers of the war and how it impacted profits. Whispers about those who'd not been blessed with children and speculation on why. Rumors about those who were still unmarried. Amarissa increasingly found herself out of place and wondering if she was getting whispered about.
It was natural she supposed. She was the daughter of a council member. That in itself brought scrutiny and responsibilities. Then add to it that her mother was an outsider and had only had her and no sons. Many had questioned the favor Yahweh had placed on Gali to produce sons and yet die so young. Perhaps her death had even been punishment on Elhanan for marrying a foreign woman. Few would say anything of the sort to Amarissa's face, but Mazel had told her of whispers and Amarissa could not help but watch the faces and eyes of those who spoke and whispered around her and wonder.
With the whispers she'd heard at the temple about Maeri and Amiti, Amarissa could not help but remember these previous whispers as well. She wondered if she should distance herself from the young couple in case her association harmed them in any way. But perhaps that would only seem more suspicious. And besides, Amarissa did enjoy Maeri's company so.
It was then why Amarissa was glancing at the door with fairly regular interval. She was awaiting her friend's arrival and hoping perhaps Maeri's cherry outlook would distract her from such dark thoughts.
She was surprised then when Selima was at her side and requested her help. "Oh I'm so sorry to hear that" Amarissa noted softly when the older woman noted her daughter's illness. "Yes of course, she should go right up to bed and rest. I'd be happy to help" Amarissa nodded and started to move towards the kitchen with the older woman.
"You know" she noted softly as the two walked. "My mother has this wonderful salve her mother taught her to make. It uses the juice of the aloe, some crushed oats and goats milk. She says it helps the aching. I would be happy to bring you some on our next visit?" she offered with a smile.
Parties were always tenuous activities. Amarissa generally had a good time catching up with old friends and hearing news from across the kingdom. But as she grew older, the conversations tended to focus less on the innocent, exciting gossips of teenagers and more around who was getting married, who was having children, who was down on their luck and who'd been caught in sin. Whispers of the war and how it impacted profits. Whispers about those who'd not been blessed with children and speculation on why. Rumors about those who were still unmarried. Amarissa increasingly found herself out of place and wondering if she was getting whispered about.
It was natural she supposed. She was the daughter of a council member. That in itself brought scrutiny and responsibilities. Then add to it that her mother was an outsider and had only had her and no sons. Many had questioned the favor Yahweh had placed on Gali to produce sons and yet die so young. Perhaps her death had even been punishment on Elhanan for marrying a foreign woman. Few would say anything of the sort to Amarissa's face, but Mazel had told her of whispers and Amarissa could not help but watch the faces and eyes of those who spoke and whispered around her and wonder.
With the whispers she'd heard at the temple about Maeri and Amiti, Amarissa could not help but remember these previous whispers as well. She wondered if she should distance herself from the young couple in case her association harmed them in any way. But perhaps that would only seem more suspicious. And besides, Amarissa did enjoy Maeri's company so.
It was then why Amarissa was glancing at the door with fairly regular interval. She was awaiting her friend's arrival and hoping perhaps Maeri's cherry outlook would distract her from such dark thoughts.
She was surprised then when Selima was at her side and requested her help. "Oh I'm so sorry to hear that" Amarissa noted softly when the older woman noted her daughter's illness. "Yes of course, she should go right up to bed and rest. I'd be happy to help" Amarissa nodded and started to move towards the kitchen with the older woman.
"You know" she noted softly as the two walked. "My mother has this wonderful salve her mother taught her to make. It uses the juice of the aloe, some crushed oats and goats milk. She says it helps the aching. I would be happy to bring you some on our next visit?" she offered with a smile.
Perhaps the result of her mother, or Elhanan himself (Selima always appreciated his perfectionist way of running his city), but Amarissa was very kind. To most, they may be put out being invited as a guest and then being asked for help (especially because Selima didn’t truly require the help- she just wanted to ensure Amarissa wasn’t looking to leave), but Amarissa had said yes so quickly and kindly.
“Oh, that sounds absolutely lovely, Amarissa. I would love that, should you remember to bring it the next we see each other. I love to play with Liviana, but my joints tire before long and there’s still a house that I must keep up. Any little thing helps.” In truth, Selima wasn’t so old that her bones were failing her quite yet. Still, there were certainly nights when she found herself climbing into bed after Simeon that she could feel the aches and pain throughout her body- most of it not necessarily having to do with her age.
Never mind that, Selima would not allow her mind to be penetrated with such dark thoughts. “You must be so excited for Maeri, Amarissa.” Selima commented as she led the girl to the deserts. Most of them were done, they just needed to be dressed and garnished before they would be brought out for the guests to enjoy. “You two are very good friends, are you not?”
Selima didn’t know much, honestly, of the children of the council members. A natural divide in age and position, Selima spoke mostly to the parents and less to the children. Though perhaps she should use this opportunity to learn more about their children. After all, they are the ones that would be friends with Davitah, Abir, Katriel, and one-day Livana. And it’s only polite.
“So, Ama-” Selima began when she saw a toddler wander into the kitchen. Before Selima could react the small boy toddled over to a table where a tray of drinks sat and knocked it over. Tears welled up in the boy’s eyes and wails from his lungs filled the air. Not even a second later a woman- one of the more prominent people in Jerusalem- came in bouncing the twin brother on her hip.
“I am so so-”
“Think nothing of it,” Selima said swiftly as she saved the child from the sea of glass and wine. “Amarissa, dear, could you fetch the cloth and balm from the closet. It seems the little one cut his hand.” The mother had given Selima a look of pure guilt- but Selima just waved it away. Accidents happen, and between Abir’s work as Captain of the protectors and Selima’s ‘accidents,’ they had plenty in the home to fix this small issue without needing to summon a healer.
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Perhaps the result of her mother, or Elhanan himself (Selima always appreciated his perfectionist way of running his city), but Amarissa was very kind. To most, they may be put out being invited as a guest and then being asked for help (especially because Selima didn’t truly require the help- she just wanted to ensure Amarissa wasn’t looking to leave), but Amarissa had said yes so quickly and kindly.
“Oh, that sounds absolutely lovely, Amarissa. I would love that, should you remember to bring it the next we see each other. I love to play with Liviana, but my joints tire before long and there’s still a house that I must keep up. Any little thing helps.” In truth, Selima wasn’t so old that her bones were failing her quite yet. Still, there were certainly nights when she found herself climbing into bed after Simeon that she could feel the aches and pain throughout her body- most of it not necessarily having to do with her age.
Never mind that, Selima would not allow her mind to be penetrated with such dark thoughts. “You must be so excited for Maeri, Amarissa.” Selima commented as she led the girl to the deserts. Most of them were done, they just needed to be dressed and garnished before they would be brought out for the guests to enjoy. “You two are very good friends, are you not?”
Selima didn’t know much, honestly, of the children of the council members. A natural divide in age and position, Selima spoke mostly to the parents and less to the children. Though perhaps she should use this opportunity to learn more about their children. After all, they are the ones that would be friends with Davitah, Abir, Katriel, and one-day Livana. And it’s only polite.
“So, Ama-” Selima began when she saw a toddler wander into the kitchen. Before Selima could react the small boy toddled over to a table where a tray of drinks sat and knocked it over. Tears welled up in the boy’s eyes and wails from his lungs filled the air. Not even a second later a woman- one of the more prominent people in Jerusalem- came in bouncing the twin brother on her hip.
“I am so so-”
“Think nothing of it,” Selima said swiftly as she saved the child from the sea of glass and wine. “Amarissa, dear, could you fetch the cloth and balm from the closet. It seems the little one cut his hand.” The mother had given Selima a look of pure guilt- but Selima just waved it away. Accidents happen, and between Abir’s work as Captain of the protectors and Selima’s ‘accidents,’ they had plenty in the home to fix this small issue without needing to summon a healer.
Perhaps the result of her mother, or Elhanan himself (Selima always appreciated his perfectionist way of running his city), but Amarissa was very kind. To most, they may be put out being invited as a guest and then being asked for help (especially because Selima didn’t truly require the help- she just wanted to ensure Amarissa wasn’t looking to leave), but Amarissa had said yes so quickly and kindly.
“Oh, that sounds absolutely lovely, Amarissa. I would love that, should you remember to bring it the next we see each other. I love to play with Liviana, but my joints tire before long and there’s still a house that I must keep up. Any little thing helps.” In truth, Selima wasn’t so old that her bones were failing her quite yet. Still, there were certainly nights when she found herself climbing into bed after Simeon that she could feel the aches and pain throughout her body- most of it not necessarily having to do with her age.
Never mind that, Selima would not allow her mind to be penetrated with such dark thoughts. “You must be so excited for Maeri, Amarissa.” Selima commented as she led the girl to the deserts. Most of them were done, they just needed to be dressed and garnished before they would be brought out for the guests to enjoy. “You two are very good friends, are you not?”
Selima didn’t know much, honestly, of the children of the council members. A natural divide in age and position, Selima spoke mostly to the parents and less to the children. Though perhaps she should use this opportunity to learn more about their children. After all, they are the ones that would be friends with Davitah, Abir, Katriel, and one-day Livana. And it’s only polite.
“So, Ama-” Selima began when she saw a toddler wander into the kitchen. Before Selima could react the small boy toddled over to a table where a tray of drinks sat and knocked it over. Tears welled up in the boy’s eyes and wails from his lungs filled the air. Not even a second later a woman- one of the more prominent people in Jerusalem- came in bouncing the twin brother on her hip.
“I am so so-”
“Think nothing of it,” Selima said swiftly as she saved the child from the sea of glass and wine. “Amarissa, dear, could you fetch the cloth and balm from the closet. It seems the little one cut his hand.” The mother had given Selima a look of pure guilt- but Selima just waved it away. Accidents happen, and between Abir’s work as Captain of the protectors and Selima’s ‘accidents,’ they had plenty in the home to fix this small issue without needing to summon a healer.
Amarissa smiled when the older woman accepted her offer of salve. Above all else Amarissa strove to be useful and so with Selima's request for help and an obvious way Amarissa could be of further use, Amarissa felt her mood lighten instantly.
"Oh yes" Amarissa said when the older woman asked if she was excited for her friend. And then smiled somewhat thoughtfully noted that they must be very good friends. "Certainly. We only met a few times as children but this last year has been truly wonderful. A true friend is a blessing." Amarissa acknowledged with a heavenward glance before the wandering child also caught her eye. She moved to try and stop the calamity but was not fast enough and found herself freezing as the dishes tumbled and the child wailed. She started to move again hardly a second later but the mother was there and Selima was already comforting the child.
The feeling of helplessness and not being of use started to creep in again but Amarissa quickly moved to fetch the broom. The child had been saved but there was still a mess to clean. She'd just returned with the broom when Selima asked her to fetch the cloth and balm from the closet. "Of course" she nodded and set the broom against the wall before scurrying off to get the requested items.
"Here you go" she said softly as she came next to the two women and squalling child once more. She tried to move gently enough as to not frighten the child more. "He's precious" she assured the young mother. "How old?"
She wondered briefly how long it would be until Maeri had squalling infants. And she? Would she ever find a match and be blessed with children? Amarissa found herself wondering more and more if she'd instead be punished to a life alone, unable to ever truly express the love and affection that seemed to bubble up in her heart at every turn.
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Amarissa smiled when the older woman accepted her offer of salve. Above all else Amarissa strove to be useful and so with Selima's request for help and an obvious way Amarissa could be of further use, Amarissa felt her mood lighten instantly.
"Oh yes" Amarissa said when the older woman asked if she was excited for her friend. And then smiled somewhat thoughtfully noted that they must be very good friends. "Certainly. We only met a few times as children but this last year has been truly wonderful. A true friend is a blessing." Amarissa acknowledged with a heavenward glance before the wandering child also caught her eye. She moved to try and stop the calamity but was not fast enough and found herself freezing as the dishes tumbled and the child wailed. She started to move again hardly a second later but the mother was there and Selima was already comforting the child.
The feeling of helplessness and not being of use started to creep in again but Amarissa quickly moved to fetch the broom. The child had been saved but there was still a mess to clean. She'd just returned with the broom when Selima asked her to fetch the cloth and balm from the closet. "Of course" she nodded and set the broom against the wall before scurrying off to get the requested items.
"Here you go" she said softly as she came next to the two women and squalling child once more. She tried to move gently enough as to not frighten the child more. "He's precious" she assured the young mother. "How old?"
She wondered briefly how long it would be until Maeri had squalling infants. And she? Would she ever find a match and be blessed with children? Amarissa found herself wondering more and more if she'd instead be punished to a life alone, unable to ever truly express the love and affection that seemed to bubble up in her heart at every turn.
Amarissa smiled when the older woman accepted her offer of salve. Above all else Amarissa strove to be useful and so with Selima's request for help and an obvious way Amarissa could be of further use, Amarissa felt her mood lighten instantly.
"Oh yes" Amarissa said when the older woman asked if she was excited for her friend. And then smiled somewhat thoughtfully noted that they must be very good friends. "Certainly. We only met a few times as children but this last year has been truly wonderful. A true friend is a blessing." Amarissa acknowledged with a heavenward glance before the wandering child also caught her eye. She moved to try and stop the calamity but was not fast enough and found herself freezing as the dishes tumbled and the child wailed. She started to move again hardly a second later but the mother was there and Selima was already comforting the child.
The feeling of helplessness and not being of use started to creep in again but Amarissa quickly moved to fetch the broom. The child had been saved but there was still a mess to clean. She'd just returned with the broom when Selima asked her to fetch the cloth and balm from the closet. "Of course" she nodded and set the broom against the wall before scurrying off to get the requested items.
"Here you go" she said softly as she came next to the two women and squalling child once more. She tried to move gently enough as to not frighten the child more. "He's precious" she assured the young mother. "How old?"
She wondered briefly how long it would be until Maeri had squalling infants. And she? Would she ever find a match and be blessed with children? Amarissa found herself wondering more and more if she'd instead be punished to a life alone, unable to ever truly express the love and affection that seemed to bubble up in her heart at every turn.
As she went to fetch the balm, Selima worked on calming the crying child. “Shh, shhh, it’ll be okay.” Selima’s voice lowered to a more soothing sound. Her hand went to wipe the tears that were falling off the baby’s cheeks. The poor little one. And the poor mother having to care for two at once. Selima couldn’t imagine having twins. Even having her children one at a time was hard enough on her body and mind, but both?
When Amarissa returned Selima got to work. She carefully inspected the child’s hand for any glass that might have made its way into the cut. Then she cleaned it gently with a cloth and smeared the balm to stave off infection. The balm had an earthy smell to it. Not entirely unpleasant, but not something a toddler would like.
“One year,” the woman answered Amarissa kindly. She kept glancing at Selima and the child, but she looked at least a little more relaxed knowing that everything would be fine. Selima, on the other hand, had her tuned out completely. Her focus was on the child and the child alone. “His birthday was last week. Him and his sister both turned one. His sister doesn’t walk near as good as he does though.”
Selima began to wrap the hand gently. The baby’s cries began to quiet, as it looked more curious than anything. Selima looked to him and screwed her face into something more silly. A giggle escaped from him. When she was done Selima gently hovered hands in front of his eyes, “Peekaboo!” The baby’s laughter got even louder.
There we go, the problem all fixed.
“Now let’s go back to Eema, hm?” She picked the happy baby up and handed him to his mother. “Liviana loves playing with babies. She would be more than happy to watch him. In fact, dare I say she’d be ecstatic. If you need a break even just for a moment find her. Just be warned, you might have to fight her to get them back,” Selima laughed.
“Thank you so much,” She said, a relieved look on her face, before leaving.
Finally Selima turned back to Amarissa. “And how about you, Amarissa my dear. How long until you are married and have children of your own? You would be a wonderful mother.”
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As she went to fetch the balm, Selima worked on calming the crying child. “Shh, shhh, it’ll be okay.” Selima’s voice lowered to a more soothing sound. Her hand went to wipe the tears that were falling off the baby’s cheeks. The poor little one. And the poor mother having to care for two at once. Selima couldn’t imagine having twins. Even having her children one at a time was hard enough on her body and mind, but both?
When Amarissa returned Selima got to work. She carefully inspected the child’s hand for any glass that might have made its way into the cut. Then she cleaned it gently with a cloth and smeared the balm to stave off infection. The balm had an earthy smell to it. Not entirely unpleasant, but not something a toddler would like.
“One year,” the woman answered Amarissa kindly. She kept glancing at Selima and the child, but she looked at least a little more relaxed knowing that everything would be fine. Selima, on the other hand, had her tuned out completely. Her focus was on the child and the child alone. “His birthday was last week. Him and his sister both turned one. His sister doesn’t walk near as good as he does though.”
Selima began to wrap the hand gently. The baby’s cries began to quiet, as it looked more curious than anything. Selima looked to him and screwed her face into something more silly. A giggle escaped from him. When she was done Selima gently hovered hands in front of his eyes, “Peekaboo!” The baby’s laughter got even louder.
There we go, the problem all fixed.
“Now let’s go back to Eema, hm?” She picked the happy baby up and handed him to his mother. “Liviana loves playing with babies. She would be more than happy to watch him. In fact, dare I say she’d be ecstatic. If you need a break even just for a moment find her. Just be warned, you might have to fight her to get them back,” Selima laughed.
“Thank you so much,” She said, a relieved look on her face, before leaving.
Finally Selima turned back to Amarissa. “And how about you, Amarissa my dear. How long until you are married and have children of your own? You would be a wonderful mother.”
As she went to fetch the balm, Selima worked on calming the crying child. “Shh, shhh, it’ll be okay.” Selima’s voice lowered to a more soothing sound. Her hand went to wipe the tears that were falling off the baby’s cheeks. The poor little one. And the poor mother having to care for two at once. Selima couldn’t imagine having twins. Even having her children one at a time was hard enough on her body and mind, but both?
When Amarissa returned Selima got to work. She carefully inspected the child’s hand for any glass that might have made its way into the cut. Then she cleaned it gently with a cloth and smeared the balm to stave off infection. The balm had an earthy smell to it. Not entirely unpleasant, but not something a toddler would like.
“One year,” the woman answered Amarissa kindly. She kept glancing at Selima and the child, but she looked at least a little more relaxed knowing that everything would be fine. Selima, on the other hand, had her tuned out completely. Her focus was on the child and the child alone. “His birthday was last week. Him and his sister both turned one. His sister doesn’t walk near as good as he does though.”
Selima began to wrap the hand gently. The baby’s cries began to quiet, as it looked more curious than anything. Selima looked to him and screwed her face into something more silly. A giggle escaped from him. When she was done Selima gently hovered hands in front of his eyes, “Peekaboo!” The baby’s laughter got even louder.
There we go, the problem all fixed.
“Now let’s go back to Eema, hm?” She picked the happy baby up and handed him to his mother. “Liviana loves playing with babies. She would be more than happy to watch him. In fact, dare I say she’d be ecstatic. If you need a break even just for a moment find her. Just be warned, you might have to fight her to get them back,” Selima laughed.
“Thank you so much,” She said, a relieved look on her face, before leaving.
Finally Selima turned back to Amarissa. “And how about you, Amarissa my dear. How long until you are married and have children of your own? You would be a wonderful mother.”
Amarissa smiled and nodded as the mother spoke about her little one. "Oh I'm sure his sister will catch up" she assured good-naturedly and eased a curl out of his face as Selima worked. She watched as Selima carefully applied the balm and soon had the child bundled up and back to his mother. She listened as the older woman offered her daughter in helping with the children and noticed the look of relief on the other woman's face. To care for two at once, that certainly must challenge even the most competent of mothers.
She was lost in thought watching the mother and toddler wander back off together when Selima's voice startled her slightly. "Me?" Amarissa squeaked softly. "Oh goodness. I hope so" she smiled a bit sadly. "I would like to, Yahweh willing" she motioned above with a helpless sort of motion. "All in His time" she noted "That's what my mother says anyway. Of course she also jokes that Sarah was 90 so I'm not sure how reassuring that is" Amarissa noted with a small laugh.
Her own mother hadn't been a young maiden when Elhanan had found her, so perhaps there was still time for her yet. Still, with every passing year and every passing wedding, Amarissa could not shake the feeling that she was being passed by. "I'm sure Abba will find a match soon" Amarissa nodded with a tone that hinted she was assuring herself as much as Selima.
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Amarissa smiled and nodded as the mother spoke about her little one. "Oh I'm sure his sister will catch up" she assured good-naturedly and eased a curl out of his face as Selima worked. She watched as Selima carefully applied the balm and soon had the child bundled up and back to his mother. She listened as the older woman offered her daughter in helping with the children and noticed the look of relief on the other woman's face. To care for two at once, that certainly must challenge even the most competent of mothers.
She was lost in thought watching the mother and toddler wander back off together when Selima's voice startled her slightly. "Me?" Amarissa squeaked softly. "Oh goodness. I hope so" she smiled a bit sadly. "I would like to, Yahweh willing" she motioned above with a helpless sort of motion. "All in His time" she noted "That's what my mother says anyway. Of course she also jokes that Sarah was 90 so I'm not sure how reassuring that is" Amarissa noted with a small laugh.
Her own mother hadn't been a young maiden when Elhanan had found her, so perhaps there was still time for her yet. Still, with every passing year and every passing wedding, Amarissa could not shake the feeling that she was being passed by. "I'm sure Abba will find a match soon" Amarissa nodded with a tone that hinted she was assuring herself as much as Selima.
Amarissa smiled and nodded as the mother spoke about her little one. "Oh I'm sure his sister will catch up" she assured good-naturedly and eased a curl out of his face as Selima worked. She watched as Selima carefully applied the balm and soon had the child bundled up and back to his mother. She listened as the older woman offered her daughter in helping with the children and noticed the look of relief on the other woman's face. To care for two at once, that certainly must challenge even the most competent of mothers.
She was lost in thought watching the mother and toddler wander back off together when Selima's voice startled her slightly. "Me?" Amarissa squeaked softly. "Oh goodness. I hope so" she smiled a bit sadly. "I would like to, Yahweh willing" she motioned above with a helpless sort of motion. "All in His time" she noted "That's what my mother says anyway. Of course she also jokes that Sarah was 90 so I'm not sure how reassuring that is" Amarissa noted with a small laugh.
Her own mother hadn't been a young maiden when Elhanan had found her, so perhaps there was still time for her yet. Still, with every passing year and every passing wedding, Amarissa could not shake the feeling that she was being passed by. "I'm sure Abba will find a match soon" Amarissa nodded with a tone that hinted she was assuring herself as much as Selima.
