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Somra had nothing. She had no home, she had no money, she had nothing but the tattered and dirty clothes she currently wore.
She had thought maybe things were going to finally start going her way, that perhaps she was going to finally have the wealth and freedom that she had been seeking out since she had escaped from a life of being a slave and a whore.
But that had all come crumbling down when they had been arrested by the Greeks. The accusations were vague, and really they had had no proof against those that were arrested. But regardless, they had been arrested and sentenced to work in the mines. They were stripped of their belongings and she was given some shapeless piece of fabric to wear, just enough to keep her from dying from the cold.
Somra would have rather died.
Whether it was fate, or the divine intervention of her Gods, something had seen to it that there was a cave in. A cave in that had separated her from almost everyone else in the mines, and one that had spared her life when it had taken the lives of others.
The cave in had also provided her the escape she needed. She was small enough and agile enough to climb her way up and out of the mining tunnel without being seen.
No one knew. Except Khanh, who had been trapped with her and survived as well. He was too large to get out the way she had, and Somra had reluctantly left him behind. Their relationship had just started taking an interesting turn and well... Somra was lying if she said she hadn’t had feelings for him.
But he had encouraged her to go, to get out. He would tell the Greeks that she had died in the cave in so none would come looking. And so, with one final kiss initiated by Somra, she had climbed out to freedom and she had run as fast and as far as she could.
That had been weeks ago now. How many, she wasn’t sure. She’d lost track of the days while huddled on a boat bound to Egypt that she had managed to stow away on. Living off of the small amounts of rations she could sneak while most of the sailors had slept, she had felt weak upon landing on the shores of Egypt.
She had landed in Cairo, a city familiar to her. She had been here, performing before the Sariqas had found her. Performing with Zein.
Zein. The only person she had left in the world.
At least she hoped she still had him. They had parted on good terms, though neither had been anything less than sad to see the other go. Now he was her only hope at getting back on her feet. She had to hope he at least had enough love left for her to see her to shelter for a few days.
Upon landing in Egypt, she saw herself to some stolen food from a market stall, and then a bath. Bathing away the weeks of grime had taken her longer than she had hoped, but she felt a hundred times better for it.
She then stole a dress from some other lady who had been too busy bathing to notice her clothing had gone missing. It was a little ill fitting, a bit too big for Somra, but at least it was clean.
And then it was time to find him. She had heard news that the circus had moved on from Cairo, and after a bit of asking around, she found out they had made their way to Thebes as far as anyone could tell. So she set off for the less familiar Egyptian city.
She made her way to where she had heard the circus was, and after being turned away and not allowed in the camp by some muscle bound idiot who had been given guard duty, she had found her own way in without being detected. The circus was wrong if it thought it could keep her out.
She kept to the shadows of the late evening as she slipped through the camp, quiet as a ghost, leaving no trace of her presence.
And then she spotted him, and she couldn’t help the little smile that came across her face. But it didn’t last long as a thought that perhaps he wouldn’t be happy to see her crossed her mind. She took a deep breath and stepped forward. She wouldn’t know until she approached him.
“I heard you weren’t doing so well, thought I’d come and show you how to entertain a crowd.” She said, casually as if they hadn’t just said a rather upsetting goodbye to each other a few months ago.
She stood there, waiting for him to notice her, and nervous to see how he would react to see a ghost from his past.
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Somra had nothing. She had no home, she had no money, she had nothing but the tattered and dirty clothes she currently wore.
She had thought maybe things were going to finally start going her way, that perhaps she was going to finally have the wealth and freedom that she had been seeking out since she had escaped from a life of being a slave and a whore.
But that had all come crumbling down when they had been arrested by the Greeks. The accusations were vague, and really they had had no proof against those that were arrested. But regardless, they had been arrested and sentenced to work in the mines. They were stripped of their belongings and she was given some shapeless piece of fabric to wear, just enough to keep her from dying from the cold.
Somra would have rather died.
Whether it was fate, or the divine intervention of her Gods, something had seen to it that there was a cave in. A cave in that had separated her from almost everyone else in the mines, and one that had spared her life when it had taken the lives of others.
The cave in had also provided her the escape she needed. She was small enough and agile enough to climb her way up and out of the mining tunnel without being seen.
No one knew. Except Khanh, who had been trapped with her and survived as well. He was too large to get out the way she had, and Somra had reluctantly left him behind. Their relationship had just started taking an interesting turn and well... Somra was lying if she said she hadn’t had feelings for him.
But he had encouraged her to go, to get out. He would tell the Greeks that she had died in the cave in so none would come looking. And so, with one final kiss initiated by Somra, she had climbed out to freedom and she had run as fast and as far as she could.
That had been weeks ago now. How many, she wasn’t sure. She’d lost track of the days while huddled on a boat bound to Egypt that she had managed to stow away on. Living off of the small amounts of rations she could sneak while most of the sailors had slept, she had felt weak upon landing on the shores of Egypt.
She had landed in Cairo, a city familiar to her. She had been here, performing before the Sariqas had found her. Performing with Zein.
Zein. The only person she had left in the world.
At least she hoped she still had him. They had parted on good terms, though neither had been anything less than sad to see the other go. Now he was her only hope at getting back on her feet. She had to hope he at least had enough love left for her to see her to shelter for a few days.
Upon landing in Egypt, she saw herself to some stolen food from a market stall, and then a bath. Bathing away the weeks of grime had taken her longer than she had hoped, but she felt a hundred times better for it.
She then stole a dress from some other lady who had been too busy bathing to notice her clothing had gone missing. It was a little ill fitting, a bit too big for Somra, but at least it was clean.
And then it was time to find him. She had heard news that the circus had moved on from Cairo, and after a bit of asking around, she found out they had made their way to Thebes as far as anyone could tell. So she set off for the less familiar Egyptian city.
She made her way to where she had heard the circus was, and after being turned away and not allowed in the camp by some muscle bound idiot who had been given guard duty, she had found her own way in without being detected. The circus was wrong if it thought it could keep her out.
She kept to the shadows of the late evening as she slipped through the camp, quiet as a ghost, leaving no trace of her presence.
And then she spotted him, and she couldn’t help the little smile that came across her face. But it didn’t last long as a thought that perhaps he wouldn’t be happy to see her crossed her mind. She took a deep breath and stepped forward. She wouldn’t know until she approached him.
“I heard you weren’t doing so well, thought I’d come and show you how to entertain a crowd.” She said, casually as if they hadn’t just said a rather upsetting goodbye to each other a few months ago.
She stood there, waiting for him to notice her, and nervous to see how he would react to see a ghost from his past.
Somra had nothing. She had no home, she had no money, she had nothing but the tattered and dirty clothes she currently wore.
She had thought maybe things were going to finally start going her way, that perhaps she was going to finally have the wealth and freedom that she had been seeking out since she had escaped from a life of being a slave and a whore.
But that had all come crumbling down when they had been arrested by the Greeks. The accusations were vague, and really they had had no proof against those that were arrested. But regardless, they had been arrested and sentenced to work in the mines. They were stripped of their belongings and she was given some shapeless piece of fabric to wear, just enough to keep her from dying from the cold.
Somra would have rather died.
Whether it was fate, or the divine intervention of her Gods, something had seen to it that there was a cave in. A cave in that had separated her from almost everyone else in the mines, and one that had spared her life when it had taken the lives of others.
The cave in had also provided her the escape she needed. She was small enough and agile enough to climb her way up and out of the mining tunnel without being seen.
No one knew. Except Khanh, who had been trapped with her and survived as well. He was too large to get out the way she had, and Somra had reluctantly left him behind. Their relationship had just started taking an interesting turn and well... Somra was lying if she said she hadn’t had feelings for him.
But he had encouraged her to go, to get out. He would tell the Greeks that she had died in the cave in so none would come looking. And so, with one final kiss initiated by Somra, she had climbed out to freedom and she had run as fast and as far as she could.
That had been weeks ago now. How many, she wasn’t sure. She’d lost track of the days while huddled on a boat bound to Egypt that she had managed to stow away on. Living off of the small amounts of rations she could sneak while most of the sailors had slept, she had felt weak upon landing on the shores of Egypt.
She had landed in Cairo, a city familiar to her. She had been here, performing before the Sariqas had found her. Performing with Zein.
Zein. The only person she had left in the world.
At least she hoped she still had him. They had parted on good terms, though neither had been anything less than sad to see the other go. Now he was her only hope at getting back on her feet. She had to hope he at least had enough love left for her to see her to shelter for a few days.
Upon landing in Egypt, she saw herself to some stolen food from a market stall, and then a bath. Bathing away the weeks of grime had taken her longer than she had hoped, but she felt a hundred times better for it.
She then stole a dress from some other lady who had been too busy bathing to notice her clothing had gone missing. It was a little ill fitting, a bit too big for Somra, but at least it was clean.
And then it was time to find him. She had heard news that the circus had moved on from Cairo, and after a bit of asking around, she found out they had made their way to Thebes as far as anyone could tell. So she set off for the less familiar Egyptian city.
She made her way to where she had heard the circus was, and after being turned away and not allowed in the camp by some muscle bound idiot who had been given guard duty, she had found her own way in without being detected. The circus was wrong if it thought it could keep her out.
She kept to the shadows of the late evening as she slipped through the camp, quiet as a ghost, leaving no trace of her presence.
And then she spotted him, and she couldn’t help the little smile that came across her face. But it didn’t last long as a thought that perhaps he wouldn’t be happy to see her crossed her mind. She took a deep breath and stepped forward. She wouldn’t know until she approached him.
“I heard you weren’t doing so well, thought I’d come and show you how to entertain a crowd.” She said, casually as if they hadn’t just said a rather upsetting goodbye to each other a few months ago.
She stood there, waiting for him to notice her, and nervous to see how he would react to see a ghost from his past.
Things with the circus were…fine. After a year, Zein was growing comfortable with his place among this group of people. And he was pleased with the amount of fame he had been gathering so far. It was what he had always wanted. Fame. And a place to call home. He might not have acknowledged the second part, but this past year had changed him. Yet, it still felt like there was something missing. Part of Zein knew exactly what it was and the other part of him didn’t want to admit it. There were very few people he had allowed himself to grow close to throughout the years and recently he had lost the last person he'd be true friends with.
Zein couldn’t help but think it was completely his fault, too. Perhaps if he had begged her to stay…or had not joined the Tempest of Set, things would be different. These were morose thoughts for the man who tended to drink (when he had money) or sleep (when he didn’t) to forget his regrets and fears. But tonight, sitting around a fire quietly with a few others nearby, Zein didn’t want to forget. For once in his life, he wanted to feel.
It was then that he was so deep in his thoughts that he failed to hear the approaching person. Although there were guards around the camp to keep them all safe, Zein had lived life on the streets for far to long to let his guard down. Except tonight. He started at the voice to his side, but became even more shocked at who was speaking. Had his very thoughts summoned her here tonight? No, it had to be a mistake. Zein was on his feet quickly, peering towards the figure that was approaching him, nearly unwilling to believe it could be her.
“Somra,” a single word escaped his lips before he was striding towards her and picking her up in a bone crushing embrace. Although he wasn’t a god fearing man, Zein wondered if this wasn’t some god’s trick or fancy being played out. All he knew was that he didn’t care. For some reason, fate had seen Somra come back to him. Or really had brought them together. They were two sides to a coin after all.
Finally, he set her down and brought her closer to the firelight so that he could examine her better. The others who had been sharing the fire discreetly had left, though this was the circus, so he was sure rumors were already spreading. “What are you doing here?” he asked, keeping his hands on her shoulders as if he needed proof to believe she was really here. “I thought you had left Egypt. I got your letter…”
His words were becoming a little more accented now, as they often did when he lost complete control. A decade in Egypt couldn’t replace a childhood in Judea. “You look…” There were so many words he could use here, but settled on something more neutral. “…like you could use some food. What has happened to you?”
He had so many questions, but he was mostly glad that she was here in front of him. Honestly, it had been a sight he had not expected to see again. At least, not for many many years.
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Things with the circus were…fine. After a year, Zein was growing comfortable with his place among this group of people. And he was pleased with the amount of fame he had been gathering so far. It was what he had always wanted. Fame. And a place to call home. He might not have acknowledged the second part, but this past year had changed him. Yet, it still felt like there was something missing. Part of Zein knew exactly what it was and the other part of him didn’t want to admit it. There were very few people he had allowed himself to grow close to throughout the years and recently he had lost the last person he'd be true friends with.
Zein couldn’t help but think it was completely his fault, too. Perhaps if he had begged her to stay…or had not joined the Tempest of Set, things would be different. These were morose thoughts for the man who tended to drink (when he had money) or sleep (when he didn’t) to forget his regrets and fears. But tonight, sitting around a fire quietly with a few others nearby, Zein didn’t want to forget. For once in his life, he wanted to feel.
It was then that he was so deep in his thoughts that he failed to hear the approaching person. Although there were guards around the camp to keep them all safe, Zein had lived life on the streets for far to long to let his guard down. Except tonight. He started at the voice to his side, but became even more shocked at who was speaking. Had his very thoughts summoned her here tonight? No, it had to be a mistake. Zein was on his feet quickly, peering towards the figure that was approaching him, nearly unwilling to believe it could be her.
“Somra,” a single word escaped his lips before he was striding towards her and picking her up in a bone crushing embrace. Although he wasn’t a god fearing man, Zein wondered if this wasn’t some god’s trick or fancy being played out. All he knew was that he didn’t care. For some reason, fate had seen Somra come back to him. Or really had brought them together. They were two sides to a coin after all.
Finally, he set her down and brought her closer to the firelight so that he could examine her better. The others who had been sharing the fire discreetly had left, though this was the circus, so he was sure rumors were already spreading. “What are you doing here?” he asked, keeping his hands on her shoulders as if he needed proof to believe she was really here. “I thought you had left Egypt. I got your letter…”
His words were becoming a little more accented now, as they often did when he lost complete control. A decade in Egypt couldn’t replace a childhood in Judea. “You look…” There were so many words he could use here, but settled on something more neutral. “…like you could use some food. What has happened to you?”
He had so many questions, but he was mostly glad that she was here in front of him. Honestly, it had been a sight he had not expected to see again. At least, not for many many years.
Things with the circus were…fine. After a year, Zein was growing comfortable with his place among this group of people. And he was pleased with the amount of fame he had been gathering so far. It was what he had always wanted. Fame. And a place to call home. He might not have acknowledged the second part, but this past year had changed him. Yet, it still felt like there was something missing. Part of Zein knew exactly what it was and the other part of him didn’t want to admit it. There were very few people he had allowed himself to grow close to throughout the years and recently he had lost the last person he'd be true friends with.
Zein couldn’t help but think it was completely his fault, too. Perhaps if he had begged her to stay…or had not joined the Tempest of Set, things would be different. These were morose thoughts for the man who tended to drink (when he had money) or sleep (when he didn’t) to forget his regrets and fears. But tonight, sitting around a fire quietly with a few others nearby, Zein didn’t want to forget. For once in his life, he wanted to feel.
It was then that he was so deep in his thoughts that he failed to hear the approaching person. Although there were guards around the camp to keep them all safe, Zein had lived life on the streets for far to long to let his guard down. Except tonight. He started at the voice to his side, but became even more shocked at who was speaking. Had his very thoughts summoned her here tonight? No, it had to be a mistake. Zein was on his feet quickly, peering towards the figure that was approaching him, nearly unwilling to believe it could be her.
“Somra,” a single word escaped his lips before he was striding towards her and picking her up in a bone crushing embrace. Although he wasn’t a god fearing man, Zein wondered if this wasn’t some god’s trick or fancy being played out. All he knew was that he didn’t care. For some reason, fate had seen Somra come back to him. Or really had brought them together. They were two sides to a coin after all.
Finally, he set her down and brought her closer to the firelight so that he could examine her better. The others who had been sharing the fire discreetly had left, though this was the circus, so he was sure rumors were already spreading. “What are you doing here?” he asked, keeping his hands on her shoulders as if he needed proof to believe she was really here. “I thought you had left Egypt. I got your letter…”
His words were becoming a little more accented now, as they often did when he lost complete control. A decade in Egypt couldn’t replace a childhood in Judea. “You look…” There were so many words he could use here, but settled on something more neutral. “…like you could use some food. What has happened to you?”
He had so many questions, but he was mostly glad that she was here in front of him. Honestly, it had been a sight he had not expected to see again. At least, not for many many years.
Somra couldn’t quite tell in the dark if he was happy to see her or just shocked, but as he wrapped her up in the tightest hug she had ever experienced, her arms went around him and a grin broke out on her face. He had missed her, as she had him. It was clear from the way that he held her. There were no words exchanged between the two of the them for a few moments as they just basked in each others embrace.
For the first time in a long time, Somra felt herself relax, truly relax. She was safe, she was home. The past year had been a rough one for her, and while she couldn’t tell Zein of it while there may be others around to hear, she could at least enjoy his presence. She hadn’t realized just how much she had truly missed him.
She let him lead her over to the fire and look her over. She knew she didn’t look as good as she had the last time they had seen each other, she had lost a bit of weight that she couldn’t exactly afford to lose, and her ill fitting clothes didn’t do much to flatter her figure either. Not ideally what she wanted to look like in front of him, but she couldn’t do much about it.
“I had left Egypt. I have travelled here from Greece.” She said with a little laugh, his accent starting to come through thicker, she had heard it happen a few times, and it always made her giggle.
She looked around, there had been people here before, but now there were none. That didn’t mean they weren’t within earshot though.
“I will explain, later. Some where that we don’t risk being overheard.” She said, hoping he would understand. She wasn’t supposed to say a word about the Sariqas, but she knew Zein would not tell her secret to another soul. She just couldn’t risk anyone else hearing her.
She reached up to take his hand, taking it from her shoulder, she instead held it in both of hers.
“Can you leave the circus grounds? I wish to talk, in private.” She stated. She wanted to tell him everything, to get it off her chest. The mines had been terrifying, and she was still feeling shaken up about it. And slightly guilty about leaving the others down there. But what could she have done? Had she not escaped, she simply would have been dug out and put back to work with the rest of them. There had been no way she could have gotten the others out with her.
She wanted nothing more in the moment to tell Zein everything, and if she was being honest, to have him hug her again. She felt safe, and more human again, when his arms had been around her.
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Somra couldn’t quite tell in the dark if he was happy to see her or just shocked, but as he wrapped her up in the tightest hug she had ever experienced, her arms went around him and a grin broke out on her face. He had missed her, as she had him. It was clear from the way that he held her. There were no words exchanged between the two of the them for a few moments as they just basked in each others embrace.
For the first time in a long time, Somra felt herself relax, truly relax. She was safe, she was home. The past year had been a rough one for her, and while she couldn’t tell Zein of it while there may be others around to hear, she could at least enjoy his presence. She hadn’t realized just how much she had truly missed him.
She let him lead her over to the fire and look her over. She knew she didn’t look as good as she had the last time they had seen each other, she had lost a bit of weight that she couldn’t exactly afford to lose, and her ill fitting clothes didn’t do much to flatter her figure either. Not ideally what she wanted to look like in front of him, but she couldn’t do much about it.
“I had left Egypt. I have travelled here from Greece.” She said with a little laugh, his accent starting to come through thicker, she had heard it happen a few times, and it always made her giggle.
She looked around, there had been people here before, but now there were none. That didn’t mean they weren’t within earshot though.
“I will explain, later. Some where that we don’t risk being overheard.” She said, hoping he would understand. She wasn’t supposed to say a word about the Sariqas, but she knew Zein would not tell her secret to another soul. She just couldn’t risk anyone else hearing her.
She reached up to take his hand, taking it from her shoulder, she instead held it in both of hers.
“Can you leave the circus grounds? I wish to talk, in private.” She stated. She wanted to tell him everything, to get it off her chest. The mines had been terrifying, and she was still feeling shaken up about it. And slightly guilty about leaving the others down there. But what could she have done? Had she not escaped, she simply would have been dug out and put back to work with the rest of them. There had been no way she could have gotten the others out with her.
She wanted nothing more in the moment to tell Zein everything, and if she was being honest, to have him hug her again. She felt safe, and more human again, when his arms had been around her.
Somra couldn’t quite tell in the dark if he was happy to see her or just shocked, but as he wrapped her up in the tightest hug she had ever experienced, her arms went around him and a grin broke out on her face. He had missed her, as she had him. It was clear from the way that he held her. There were no words exchanged between the two of the them for a few moments as they just basked in each others embrace.
For the first time in a long time, Somra felt herself relax, truly relax. She was safe, she was home. The past year had been a rough one for her, and while she couldn’t tell Zein of it while there may be others around to hear, she could at least enjoy his presence. She hadn’t realized just how much she had truly missed him.
She let him lead her over to the fire and look her over. She knew she didn’t look as good as she had the last time they had seen each other, she had lost a bit of weight that she couldn’t exactly afford to lose, and her ill fitting clothes didn’t do much to flatter her figure either. Not ideally what she wanted to look like in front of him, but she couldn’t do much about it.
“I had left Egypt. I have travelled here from Greece.” She said with a little laugh, his accent starting to come through thicker, she had heard it happen a few times, and it always made her giggle.
She looked around, there had been people here before, but now there were none. That didn’t mean they weren’t within earshot though.
“I will explain, later. Some where that we don’t risk being overheard.” She said, hoping he would understand. She wasn’t supposed to say a word about the Sariqas, but she knew Zein would not tell her secret to another soul. She just couldn’t risk anyone else hearing her.
She reached up to take his hand, taking it from her shoulder, she instead held it in both of hers.
“Can you leave the circus grounds? I wish to talk, in private.” She stated. She wanted to tell him everything, to get it off her chest. The mines had been terrifying, and she was still feeling shaken up about it. And slightly guilty about leaving the others down there. But what could she have done? Had she not escaped, she simply would have been dug out and put back to work with the rest of them. There had been no way she could have gotten the others out with her.
She wanted nothing more in the moment to tell Zein everything, and if she was being honest, to have him hug her again. She felt safe, and more human again, when his arms had been around her.
Even though he had just been thinking about her, Zein didn’t realize how much he missed Somra until this moment. He had so regretting saying goodbye to her a year ago and had wished things were different ever since, but as things were to happen, this was the next best thing. To have her back—though he didn’t know for how long—was nothing short of amazing. He found himself hoping she would at least stay awhile. She looked like she could use some care and more than a few decent meals. Zein was far from anyone’s first idea of a caretaker, but he wanted to take care of Somra. He wanted to keep her safe.
Greece? His brows raised, listening to her speak. What kind of trouble was she in he wondered as she asked to go somewhere else. Somewhere more private. Zein agreed that it was a good idea. Although nobody was around now, he never could be quite sure who was listening in. Most folks here meant well, but even Zein did not reveal his deepest secrets to them. In the past year, he had gathered there was more to this circus than meets the eye. Even if he wasn’t exactly sure what.
“Of course,” he said softly, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. Now that she was here in front of him Zein found himself flooded with a million emotions. Chief among them was concern. But also relief. He was glad that she was in front of him now, rather than off somewhere unknown doing who knew what. It was a bit of an odd feeling, he thought. They had always spent time apart, coming back together as seamlessly as before and he had never felt this level of relief to see her. But perhaps because when they last parted it had seemed so final with no way to truly know how the other was that made him all the more relieved to see her.
Zein put a casual arm around Somra’s shoulders, leading her out of the camp and towards some of the quieter streets of the city. He knew this city well and could successfully avoid people if they must. “Who told you I need help with my performance, by the way?” he exclaimed, going back to her original comment in case anyone was still listening. “They must have been sorely mistaken. I draw crowds.”
It was just a conversation to pass the time until they found somewhere more private, though the smallest little part of him was heckled that there could be someone out there who thought he wasn’t very good. She was likely just teasing to capture his attention. Still, he had to set the record straight.
Finally, they were quite alone on a dark street. It was probably best to just wander and talk so that they could spot if anyone was following them. He didn’t think there would be anyone from the circus, but didn’t know who exactly Somra was fleeing from.
“We should be safe for awhile,” he told her, unwinding his arm from her neck and offering it for her to loop her own arm around. “How are you, really? What happened? I’ve been worried about you.”
He probably shouldn’t admit that if he was going to keep on pretending things between them were just normal, but the juggler wanted Somra to know that he really cared.
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Even though he had just been thinking about her, Zein didn’t realize how much he missed Somra until this moment. He had so regretting saying goodbye to her a year ago and had wished things were different ever since, but as things were to happen, this was the next best thing. To have her back—though he didn’t know for how long—was nothing short of amazing. He found himself hoping she would at least stay awhile. She looked like she could use some care and more than a few decent meals. Zein was far from anyone’s first idea of a caretaker, but he wanted to take care of Somra. He wanted to keep her safe.
Greece? His brows raised, listening to her speak. What kind of trouble was she in he wondered as she asked to go somewhere else. Somewhere more private. Zein agreed that it was a good idea. Although nobody was around now, he never could be quite sure who was listening in. Most folks here meant well, but even Zein did not reveal his deepest secrets to them. In the past year, he had gathered there was more to this circus than meets the eye. Even if he wasn’t exactly sure what.
“Of course,” he said softly, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. Now that she was here in front of him Zein found himself flooded with a million emotions. Chief among them was concern. But also relief. He was glad that she was in front of him now, rather than off somewhere unknown doing who knew what. It was a bit of an odd feeling, he thought. They had always spent time apart, coming back together as seamlessly as before and he had never felt this level of relief to see her. But perhaps because when they last parted it had seemed so final with no way to truly know how the other was that made him all the more relieved to see her.
Zein put a casual arm around Somra’s shoulders, leading her out of the camp and towards some of the quieter streets of the city. He knew this city well and could successfully avoid people if they must. “Who told you I need help with my performance, by the way?” he exclaimed, going back to her original comment in case anyone was still listening. “They must have been sorely mistaken. I draw crowds.”
It was just a conversation to pass the time until they found somewhere more private, though the smallest little part of him was heckled that there could be someone out there who thought he wasn’t very good. She was likely just teasing to capture his attention. Still, he had to set the record straight.
Finally, they were quite alone on a dark street. It was probably best to just wander and talk so that they could spot if anyone was following them. He didn’t think there would be anyone from the circus, but didn’t know who exactly Somra was fleeing from.
“We should be safe for awhile,” he told her, unwinding his arm from her neck and offering it for her to loop her own arm around. “How are you, really? What happened? I’ve been worried about you.”
He probably shouldn’t admit that if he was going to keep on pretending things between them were just normal, but the juggler wanted Somra to know that he really cared.
Even though he had just been thinking about her, Zein didn’t realize how much he missed Somra until this moment. He had so regretting saying goodbye to her a year ago and had wished things were different ever since, but as things were to happen, this was the next best thing. To have her back—though he didn’t know for how long—was nothing short of amazing. He found himself hoping she would at least stay awhile. She looked like she could use some care and more than a few decent meals. Zein was far from anyone’s first idea of a caretaker, but he wanted to take care of Somra. He wanted to keep her safe.
Greece? His brows raised, listening to her speak. What kind of trouble was she in he wondered as she asked to go somewhere else. Somewhere more private. Zein agreed that it was a good idea. Although nobody was around now, he never could be quite sure who was listening in. Most folks here meant well, but even Zein did not reveal his deepest secrets to them. In the past year, he had gathered there was more to this circus than meets the eye. Even if he wasn’t exactly sure what.
“Of course,” he said softly, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. Now that she was here in front of him Zein found himself flooded with a million emotions. Chief among them was concern. But also relief. He was glad that she was in front of him now, rather than off somewhere unknown doing who knew what. It was a bit of an odd feeling, he thought. They had always spent time apart, coming back together as seamlessly as before and he had never felt this level of relief to see her. But perhaps because when they last parted it had seemed so final with no way to truly know how the other was that made him all the more relieved to see her.
Zein put a casual arm around Somra’s shoulders, leading her out of the camp and towards some of the quieter streets of the city. He knew this city well and could successfully avoid people if they must. “Who told you I need help with my performance, by the way?” he exclaimed, going back to her original comment in case anyone was still listening. “They must have been sorely mistaken. I draw crowds.”
It was just a conversation to pass the time until they found somewhere more private, though the smallest little part of him was heckled that there could be someone out there who thought he wasn’t very good. She was likely just teasing to capture his attention. Still, he had to set the record straight.
Finally, they were quite alone on a dark street. It was probably best to just wander and talk so that they could spot if anyone was following them. He didn’t think there would be anyone from the circus, but didn’t know who exactly Somra was fleeing from.
“We should be safe for awhile,” he told her, unwinding his arm from her neck and offering it for her to loop her own arm around. “How are you, really? What happened? I’ve been worried about you.”
He probably shouldn’t admit that if he was going to keep on pretending things between them were just normal, but the juggler wanted Somra to know that he really cared.
She followed along as Zein lead her out of the camp and down some side streets where they could find themselves some where to be alone for a little while. It felt so odd to be here with him again, going on a walk through the streets of Egypt so casually like they used to. It was as if nothing had changed, as if they hadn’t said a final goodbye and not seen each other for about a year. Things had always been so easy with him, it had felt natural to be at his side, perform with him, and talk with him. And the look on his face when he had realized it was Somra approaching him that night made her think that perhaps he felt the same.
She giggled as he asked about her comment on his performance, it was just like him to worry that someone didn’t enjoy what he did.
“Well, no one told me. But I know you, and I’ve seen your performances.” She teased. In reality she knew what he could do, how he performed. He was a good looking man to start with, but to watch his surprising grace as he performed, it was mesmerizing. She herself loved to watch him perform, but even more than that, she loved to perform with him.
When Zein stated they were some where safe, Somra fell silent, and her eyes scanned the shadows and rooftops around them, the look in her eyes clearly slightly paranoid. She had seen Akhmed meld into the shadows, had seen how he could move without a sound, without being seen, had seen the speed with which he could move. She doubted he was the only one the Sariqas had in their ranks. She knew that they would think her dead, unless Khanh told anyone otherwise, no one would know that the captured thief had escaped to Egypt.
But still, she didn’t speak until she was confident she had searched well enough that she would have seen anyone who was lurking within ear shot.
At that point, she spoke, her voice low but her words quick. She wanted to get the story out as quickly as she could.
She looped her arm in his as she began to speak.
“When you left for the circus, I remained and performed in Egypt for awhile, but not long after we had said our goodbyes, a woman approached me. She offered me a bunch of money if I would assist her in stealing something. You know me and how I love my money.” She laughed a little bit.
“I took it, and I did the job perfectly, as always. Upon completing it, she offered for me to come and join the group she was with. A group of thieves. The Sariqas.” She said, the look in her eyes whimsical. There had been good memories with the group, but the whole situation had not turned out the way she had hoped. She stood here now, back in Egypt, without a single thing to her name.
“We travelled to Greece. Colchis. The intention was... I don’t actually know. Some sort of jewel? The groups leader didn’t tell me information, I was just expected to follow orders. There’s a lot that happened between our arrival and our arrest, but most of it is unimportant. We were caught, sentenced to life slaving in the mines.” She said, pausing in their walk and wrapping her arms around Zein, burying her face in his chest for just a moment, taking comfort in her friend as the terrible memories of the mines and their capture were brought back.
“I got lucky. There was a cave in, I was trapped between some rubble with... Khanh.” She said, the way she said his name betraying a bit of the nature of the relationship between the two, the romance that had been developing.
“He helped me escape through a tiny opening at the top of the cave, swearing secrecy, he would tell them I had died in the cave in. There was no way to prove otherwise, people die in those mines all the time. And well, here I am.” She said, letting Zein go to look at him.
Her experiences since leaving Egypt had been eventful, which she had loved for the most part, but she also felt exhausted from all of it.
“And now I’m here. Hoping to find refuge with someone who cares for me.” She gave him a sheepish little grin.
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She followed along as Zein lead her out of the camp and down some side streets where they could find themselves some where to be alone for a little while. It felt so odd to be here with him again, going on a walk through the streets of Egypt so casually like they used to. It was as if nothing had changed, as if they hadn’t said a final goodbye and not seen each other for about a year. Things had always been so easy with him, it had felt natural to be at his side, perform with him, and talk with him. And the look on his face when he had realized it was Somra approaching him that night made her think that perhaps he felt the same.
She giggled as he asked about her comment on his performance, it was just like him to worry that someone didn’t enjoy what he did.
“Well, no one told me. But I know you, and I’ve seen your performances.” She teased. In reality she knew what he could do, how he performed. He was a good looking man to start with, but to watch his surprising grace as he performed, it was mesmerizing. She herself loved to watch him perform, but even more than that, she loved to perform with him.
When Zein stated they were some where safe, Somra fell silent, and her eyes scanned the shadows and rooftops around them, the look in her eyes clearly slightly paranoid. She had seen Akhmed meld into the shadows, had seen how he could move without a sound, without being seen, had seen the speed with which he could move. She doubted he was the only one the Sariqas had in their ranks. She knew that they would think her dead, unless Khanh told anyone otherwise, no one would know that the captured thief had escaped to Egypt.
But still, she didn’t speak until she was confident she had searched well enough that she would have seen anyone who was lurking within ear shot.
At that point, she spoke, her voice low but her words quick. She wanted to get the story out as quickly as she could.
She looped her arm in his as she began to speak.
“When you left for the circus, I remained and performed in Egypt for awhile, but not long after we had said our goodbyes, a woman approached me. She offered me a bunch of money if I would assist her in stealing something. You know me and how I love my money.” She laughed a little bit.
“I took it, and I did the job perfectly, as always. Upon completing it, she offered for me to come and join the group she was with. A group of thieves. The Sariqas.” She said, the look in her eyes whimsical. There had been good memories with the group, but the whole situation had not turned out the way she had hoped. She stood here now, back in Egypt, without a single thing to her name.
“We travelled to Greece. Colchis. The intention was... I don’t actually know. Some sort of jewel? The groups leader didn’t tell me information, I was just expected to follow orders. There’s a lot that happened between our arrival and our arrest, but most of it is unimportant. We were caught, sentenced to life slaving in the mines.” She said, pausing in their walk and wrapping her arms around Zein, burying her face in his chest for just a moment, taking comfort in her friend as the terrible memories of the mines and their capture were brought back.
“I got lucky. There was a cave in, I was trapped between some rubble with... Khanh.” She said, the way she said his name betraying a bit of the nature of the relationship between the two, the romance that had been developing.
“He helped me escape through a tiny opening at the top of the cave, swearing secrecy, he would tell them I had died in the cave in. There was no way to prove otherwise, people die in those mines all the time. And well, here I am.” She said, letting Zein go to look at him.
Her experiences since leaving Egypt had been eventful, which she had loved for the most part, but she also felt exhausted from all of it.
“And now I’m here. Hoping to find refuge with someone who cares for me.” She gave him a sheepish little grin.
She followed along as Zein lead her out of the camp and down some side streets where they could find themselves some where to be alone for a little while. It felt so odd to be here with him again, going on a walk through the streets of Egypt so casually like they used to. It was as if nothing had changed, as if they hadn’t said a final goodbye and not seen each other for about a year. Things had always been so easy with him, it had felt natural to be at his side, perform with him, and talk with him. And the look on his face when he had realized it was Somra approaching him that night made her think that perhaps he felt the same.
She giggled as he asked about her comment on his performance, it was just like him to worry that someone didn’t enjoy what he did.
“Well, no one told me. But I know you, and I’ve seen your performances.” She teased. In reality she knew what he could do, how he performed. He was a good looking man to start with, but to watch his surprising grace as he performed, it was mesmerizing. She herself loved to watch him perform, but even more than that, she loved to perform with him.
When Zein stated they were some where safe, Somra fell silent, and her eyes scanned the shadows and rooftops around them, the look in her eyes clearly slightly paranoid. She had seen Akhmed meld into the shadows, had seen how he could move without a sound, without being seen, had seen the speed with which he could move. She doubted he was the only one the Sariqas had in their ranks. She knew that they would think her dead, unless Khanh told anyone otherwise, no one would know that the captured thief had escaped to Egypt.
But still, she didn’t speak until she was confident she had searched well enough that she would have seen anyone who was lurking within ear shot.
At that point, she spoke, her voice low but her words quick. She wanted to get the story out as quickly as she could.
She looped her arm in his as she began to speak.
“When you left for the circus, I remained and performed in Egypt for awhile, but not long after we had said our goodbyes, a woman approached me. She offered me a bunch of money if I would assist her in stealing something. You know me and how I love my money.” She laughed a little bit.
“I took it, and I did the job perfectly, as always. Upon completing it, she offered for me to come and join the group she was with. A group of thieves. The Sariqas.” She said, the look in her eyes whimsical. There had been good memories with the group, but the whole situation had not turned out the way she had hoped. She stood here now, back in Egypt, without a single thing to her name.
“We travelled to Greece. Colchis. The intention was... I don’t actually know. Some sort of jewel? The groups leader didn’t tell me information, I was just expected to follow orders. There’s a lot that happened between our arrival and our arrest, but most of it is unimportant. We were caught, sentenced to life slaving in the mines.” She said, pausing in their walk and wrapping her arms around Zein, burying her face in his chest for just a moment, taking comfort in her friend as the terrible memories of the mines and their capture were brought back.
“I got lucky. There was a cave in, I was trapped between some rubble with... Khanh.” She said, the way she said his name betraying a bit of the nature of the relationship between the two, the romance that had been developing.
“He helped me escape through a tiny opening at the top of the cave, swearing secrecy, he would tell them I had died in the cave in. There was no way to prove otherwise, people die in those mines all the time. And well, here I am.” She said, letting Zein go to look at him.
Her experiences since leaving Egypt had been eventful, which she had loved for the most part, but she also felt exhausted from all of it.
“And now I’m here. Hoping to find refuge with someone who cares for me.” She gave him a sheepish little grin.
And just like that, it was as if they hadn’t been parted. It was like when they left each other for a few weeks at a time and came back together as if no time had passed. As if their last goodbye hadn’t been full of forever and regrets. At least for Zein. There had been so many things he wished he could have told her. Would have told her. But he hadn’t. Maybe because they were meant to find each other again. Zein didn’t believe in fate or any gods for the most part, but this did feel like something special. He hadn’t expected to ever see Somra again, but here she was, barely even a year later, in front of him.
With a hell of a story, he could only assume, watching her eyes dart all over the alley. What had happened to her? He felt a protective feeling within him rise as he thought about what could have turned his friend this paranoid. Those like the two of them always lived with a little bit of paranoia. That was life on the streets, whether you lived or performed there. This felt different, though. There was some fear behind that paranoia.
Zein leaned in as she spoke, holding her arm. To any that passed by, they would simply look like an intimate couple worth avoiding. There was nothing special to be seen here. The juggler listened quietly, his eyes darting to Somra’s face as she told him what had happened. It sounded like something he himself might have done. A call to collect some coin almost never went unanswered. And stealing was something that both of them had some expertise in. He could imagine Somra fitting in well with this group of thieves, though he had a feeling he could guess what she was about to say.
Stupidly, when she mentioned the name of another man, he felt a pang of jealously. Clearly there was something between the two by the way she said his name, but why should Zein care? He never would have cared before. He did not get jealous. In fact, he was generally the opposite of jealous. He wanted no attachments in his life whatsoever so that he would not have to deal with all of the ridiculous feelings that came along with them. Still, at the mere mention of another man and Somra, he felt his hackles rising. It was ridiculous. They had parted ways and he had done nothing to prevent it. He wasn’t allowed any feelings in this matter.
Except for concern. Perhaps he was mistaking his feelings for concern. He did not like where this story was going. A life of slavery…a cave in. It must have been truly terrifying for her. The juggler held her tight when she leaned into him, wanting to give what comfort he could. Zein could not imagine what she had endured to escape and come back to Egypt. She wasn’t going into more detail and he would not ask his friend to relive such memories for him now. He just cared that she was safe. That she had made it back. …To him.
Yet, there had to be more to the story. Why was she still so worried? Who would be looking for an escaped slave here? “You are always welcome where I am,” Zein assured her, a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You can stay as long as you’d like. Perhaps…you can perform with us. I doubt it will take Amenemhat, our leader, any convincing once he sees us perform together.” Of course, she didn’t have to stay, but this time he didn’t want to open the door to that possibility. She would tell him if she wanted to go. He didn’t want to suggest it.
“I am glad you are safe now. And here. I am glad you found me,” Zein continued, his eyes gazing intently at her. “Somra, I will help keep you safe.” He knew he would probably give his life to protect hers, but pushed down that thought just as he had with his feelings of jealously earlier. What was going on with him? “But I must know. Do you still believe yourself in danger? Would they come searching for an escaped slave that they believed dead here? It seems like a lot of trouble.” Or was it something else entirely?
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And just like that, it was as if they hadn’t been parted. It was like when they left each other for a few weeks at a time and came back together as if no time had passed. As if their last goodbye hadn’t been full of forever and regrets. At least for Zein. There had been so many things he wished he could have told her. Would have told her. But he hadn’t. Maybe because they were meant to find each other again. Zein didn’t believe in fate or any gods for the most part, but this did feel like something special. He hadn’t expected to ever see Somra again, but here she was, barely even a year later, in front of him.
With a hell of a story, he could only assume, watching her eyes dart all over the alley. What had happened to her? He felt a protective feeling within him rise as he thought about what could have turned his friend this paranoid. Those like the two of them always lived with a little bit of paranoia. That was life on the streets, whether you lived or performed there. This felt different, though. There was some fear behind that paranoia.
Zein leaned in as she spoke, holding her arm. To any that passed by, they would simply look like an intimate couple worth avoiding. There was nothing special to be seen here. The juggler listened quietly, his eyes darting to Somra’s face as she told him what had happened. It sounded like something he himself might have done. A call to collect some coin almost never went unanswered. And stealing was something that both of them had some expertise in. He could imagine Somra fitting in well with this group of thieves, though he had a feeling he could guess what she was about to say.
Stupidly, when she mentioned the name of another man, he felt a pang of jealously. Clearly there was something between the two by the way she said his name, but why should Zein care? He never would have cared before. He did not get jealous. In fact, he was generally the opposite of jealous. He wanted no attachments in his life whatsoever so that he would not have to deal with all of the ridiculous feelings that came along with them. Still, at the mere mention of another man and Somra, he felt his hackles rising. It was ridiculous. They had parted ways and he had done nothing to prevent it. He wasn’t allowed any feelings in this matter.
Except for concern. Perhaps he was mistaking his feelings for concern. He did not like where this story was going. A life of slavery…a cave in. It must have been truly terrifying for her. The juggler held her tight when she leaned into him, wanting to give what comfort he could. Zein could not imagine what she had endured to escape and come back to Egypt. She wasn’t going into more detail and he would not ask his friend to relive such memories for him now. He just cared that she was safe. That she had made it back. …To him.
Yet, there had to be more to the story. Why was she still so worried? Who would be looking for an escaped slave here? “You are always welcome where I am,” Zein assured her, a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You can stay as long as you’d like. Perhaps…you can perform with us. I doubt it will take Amenemhat, our leader, any convincing once he sees us perform together.” Of course, she didn’t have to stay, but this time he didn’t want to open the door to that possibility. She would tell him if she wanted to go. He didn’t want to suggest it.
“I am glad you are safe now. And here. I am glad you found me,” Zein continued, his eyes gazing intently at her. “Somra, I will help keep you safe.” He knew he would probably give his life to protect hers, but pushed down that thought just as he had with his feelings of jealously earlier. What was going on with him? “But I must know. Do you still believe yourself in danger? Would they come searching for an escaped slave that they believed dead here? It seems like a lot of trouble.” Or was it something else entirely?
And just like that, it was as if they hadn’t been parted. It was like when they left each other for a few weeks at a time and came back together as if no time had passed. As if their last goodbye hadn’t been full of forever and regrets. At least for Zein. There had been so many things he wished he could have told her. Would have told her. But he hadn’t. Maybe because they were meant to find each other again. Zein didn’t believe in fate or any gods for the most part, but this did feel like something special. He hadn’t expected to ever see Somra again, but here she was, barely even a year later, in front of him.
With a hell of a story, he could only assume, watching her eyes dart all over the alley. What had happened to her? He felt a protective feeling within him rise as he thought about what could have turned his friend this paranoid. Those like the two of them always lived with a little bit of paranoia. That was life on the streets, whether you lived or performed there. This felt different, though. There was some fear behind that paranoia.
Zein leaned in as she spoke, holding her arm. To any that passed by, they would simply look like an intimate couple worth avoiding. There was nothing special to be seen here. The juggler listened quietly, his eyes darting to Somra’s face as she told him what had happened. It sounded like something he himself might have done. A call to collect some coin almost never went unanswered. And stealing was something that both of them had some expertise in. He could imagine Somra fitting in well with this group of thieves, though he had a feeling he could guess what she was about to say.
Stupidly, when she mentioned the name of another man, he felt a pang of jealously. Clearly there was something between the two by the way she said his name, but why should Zein care? He never would have cared before. He did not get jealous. In fact, he was generally the opposite of jealous. He wanted no attachments in his life whatsoever so that he would not have to deal with all of the ridiculous feelings that came along with them. Still, at the mere mention of another man and Somra, he felt his hackles rising. It was ridiculous. They had parted ways and he had done nothing to prevent it. He wasn’t allowed any feelings in this matter.
Except for concern. Perhaps he was mistaking his feelings for concern. He did not like where this story was going. A life of slavery…a cave in. It must have been truly terrifying for her. The juggler held her tight when she leaned into him, wanting to give what comfort he could. Zein could not imagine what she had endured to escape and come back to Egypt. She wasn’t going into more detail and he would not ask his friend to relive such memories for him now. He just cared that she was safe. That she had made it back. …To him.
Yet, there had to be more to the story. Why was she still so worried? Who would be looking for an escaped slave here? “You are always welcome where I am,” Zein assured her, a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You can stay as long as you’d like. Perhaps…you can perform with us. I doubt it will take Amenemhat, our leader, any convincing once he sees us perform together.” Of course, she didn’t have to stay, but this time he didn’t want to open the door to that possibility. She would tell him if she wanted to go. He didn’t want to suggest it.
“I am glad you are safe now. And here. I am glad you found me,” Zein continued, his eyes gazing intently at her. “Somra, I will help keep you safe.” He knew he would probably give his life to protect hers, but pushed down that thought just as he had with his feelings of jealously earlier. What was going on with him? “But I must know. Do you still believe yourself in danger? Would they come searching for an escaped slave that they believed dead here? It seems like a lot of trouble.” Or was it something else entirely?
Somra was completely unaware of Zein’s tinge of jealousy at her mention of Khanh. The two of them had never been like that, though she swore there had been some heat between them, nothing had happened and as far she she knew, there were no feelings like that on his behalf. They had been friends, close friends, but nothing more.
She gave him a little smile as he said she was welcome, and mentioned that perhaps she could even perform with him. She had dreams of such things, their dynamic was electric and performing together had been amazing before they had parted ways. But could she do that? Performing meant that the spotlight would be on her, that her name would be spoken of. And it meant that if the Sariqas paid attention, they might figure out that she was in fact alive.
It would be easy enough to change her name again, to use another fake one in place of the one that the Sariqas knew. And unless any of the others currently locked in a mine in Greece managed to escape and happened upon the circus in Egypt, none of the other Sariqas knew what she looked like.
She would need to think on it first, before she agreed to do any performing or anything.
“I have only been here for a few minutes and here you are, trying to get me to perform with you already.” She teased lightly. She didn’t blame him, their performances together had been the best ones she had ever done, and she had to admit it would be fun to get back to doing them.
She sighed a little as he said he would keep her safe. It was a nice thought, but he wouldn’t be a match for the Sariqas if they did get out and figure out she was alive. They would come for her, that much she was sure of, and they wouldn’t stop until she was dead.
“It’s not the Greeks I fear. It’s those I worked with. They wouldn’t take it well were they to find out I was alive and had left the group. You don’t understand the violence, the skill they hold.” She shook her head a bit. It wasn’t something she wanted to think about. She didn’t want to live the rest of her life in fear that they would be in the shadows waiting for her.
“I don’t want to think about it right now. The important thing is me, and you, and the fact that we are both here.” She said simply, stopping in their walking, she moved in front of him, hands going to rest on his shoulders, she gave him a soft smile.
“I’ll pay you back for how ever long I stay. I swear it.” She said, she knew that like her, money was his goal. So what ever extra it cost to have her for how ever long she stayed, she would pay back to him.
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Somra was completely unaware of Zein’s tinge of jealousy at her mention of Khanh. The two of them had never been like that, though she swore there had been some heat between them, nothing had happened and as far she she knew, there were no feelings like that on his behalf. They had been friends, close friends, but nothing more.
She gave him a little smile as he said she was welcome, and mentioned that perhaps she could even perform with him. She had dreams of such things, their dynamic was electric and performing together had been amazing before they had parted ways. But could she do that? Performing meant that the spotlight would be on her, that her name would be spoken of. And it meant that if the Sariqas paid attention, they might figure out that she was in fact alive.
It would be easy enough to change her name again, to use another fake one in place of the one that the Sariqas knew. And unless any of the others currently locked in a mine in Greece managed to escape and happened upon the circus in Egypt, none of the other Sariqas knew what she looked like.
She would need to think on it first, before she agreed to do any performing or anything.
“I have only been here for a few minutes and here you are, trying to get me to perform with you already.” She teased lightly. She didn’t blame him, their performances together had been the best ones she had ever done, and she had to admit it would be fun to get back to doing them.
She sighed a little as he said he would keep her safe. It was a nice thought, but he wouldn’t be a match for the Sariqas if they did get out and figure out she was alive. They would come for her, that much she was sure of, and they wouldn’t stop until she was dead.
“It’s not the Greeks I fear. It’s those I worked with. They wouldn’t take it well were they to find out I was alive and had left the group. You don’t understand the violence, the skill they hold.” She shook her head a bit. It wasn’t something she wanted to think about. She didn’t want to live the rest of her life in fear that they would be in the shadows waiting for her.
“I don’t want to think about it right now. The important thing is me, and you, and the fact that we are both here.” She said simply, stopping in their walking, she moved in front of him, hands going to rest on his shoulders, she gave him a soft smile.
“I’ll pay you back for how ever long I stay. I swear it.” She said, she knew that like her, money was his goal. So what ever extra it cost to have her for how ever long she stayed, she would pay back to him.
Somra was completely unaware of Zein’s tinge of jealousy at her mention of Khanh. The two of them had never been like that, though she swore there had been some heat between them, nothing had happened and as far she she knew, there were no feelings like that on his behalf. They had been friends, close friends, but nothing more.
She gave him a little smile as he said she was welcome, and mentioned that perhaps she could even perform with him. She had dreams of such things, their dynamic was electric and performing together had been amazing before they had parted ways. But could she do that? Performing meant that the spotlight would be on her, that her name would be spoken of. And it meant that if the Sariqas paid attention, they might figure out that she was in fact alive.
It would be easy enough to change her name again, to use another fake one in place of the one that the Sariqas knew. And unless any of the others currently locked in a mine in Greece managed to escape and happened upon the circus in Egypt, none of the other Sariqas knew what she looked like.
She would need to think on it first, before she agreed to do any performing or anything.
“I have only been here for a few minutes and here you are, trying to get me to perform with you already.” She teased lightly. She didn’t blame him, their performances together had been the best ones she had ever done, and she had to admit it would be fun to get back to doing them.
She sighed a little as he said he would keep her safe. It was a nice thought, but he wouldn’t be a match for the Sariqas if they did get out and figure out she was alive. They would come for her, that much she was sure of, and they wouldn’t stop until she was dead.
“It’s not the Greeks I fear. It’s those I worked with. They wouldn’t take it well were they to find out I was alive and had left the group. You don’t understand the violence, the skill they hold.” She shook her head a bit. It wasn’t something she wanted to think about. She didn’t want to live the rest of her life in fear that they would be in the shadows waiting for her.
“I don’t want to think about it right now. The important thing is me, and you, and the fact that we are both here.” She said simply, stopping in their walking, she moved in front of him, hands going to rest on his shoulders, she gave him a soft smile.
“I’ll pay you back for how ever long I stay. I swear it.” She said, she knew that like her, money was his goal. So what ever extra it cost to have her for how ever long she stayed, she would pay back to him.
