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She still felt fluttery and warm as she entered the Barak Bayith, leaving Abir and their lengthy conversations behind. She should have left him at the market, but she hadn't been able to resist walking beside him for even a few minutes. Besides, he had offered to carry the offending flowers for her through the streets until they had made it to her home. Then she had taken them from him and stepped into her home without looking back. That would be desperate and she would have been tempted to stay out there talking for much longer than they already had.
Instead, Talora trailed through the home, a smile on her features as she wandered in the direction or Maeri's room. Her knuckles wrapped on the door at first before she nudged it open, peeking her head in with a sweet smile. "Maeri," Talora greeted softly, "I was at the market and I got you a little gift," she said, all while pressing a little further into the room. She held the bundle of flowers behind her back, though the urge to sneeze again was dogging her steps.
Instead of waiting for Maeri to look inquisitive about what gift she could have possibly gotten her younger sister, Talora quickly pulled the flowers from behind her back and offered them to the younger girl. "I thought of you when I saw these earlier," she said quietly, feeling the slightest bit shy about such a gesture. "I couldn't resist getting them for you. I know you like flowers and its been a while since they've brightened up your room," Talora mused, the smile on her features never fading as she stood there.
But she did have a thought. "I saw Abir of Simeon at the market," she started in, "He walked me home because I couldn't stop sneezing," here, she pursed her lips, trying not to seem overly amused by her own reaction to the pollen of the flowers she was holding out for her younger sister. It was not a massive gesture, nor an unusual one. Talora enjoyed buying gifts for her family members. It made them smile, and that warmed her cold little heart when she was feeling down.
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She still felt fluttery and warm as she entered the Barak Bayith, leaving Abir and their lengthy conversations behind. She should have left him at the market, but she hadn't been able to resist walking beside him for even a few minutes. Besides, he had offered to carry the offending flowers for her through the streets until they had made it to her home. Then she had taken them from him and stepped into her home without looking back. That would be desperate and she would have been tempted to stay out there talking for much longer than they already had.
Instead, Talora trailed through the home, a smile on her features as she wandered in the direction or Maeri's room. Her knuckles wrapped on the door at first before she nudged it open, peeking her head in with a sweet smile. "Maeri," Talora greeted softly, "I was at the market and I got you a little gift," she said, all while pressing a little further into the room. She held the bundle of flowers behind her back, though the urge to sneeze again was dogging her steps.
Instead of waiting for Maeri to look inquisitive about what gift she could have possibly gotten her younger sister, Talora quickly pulled the flowers from behind her back and offered them to the younger girl. "I thought of you when I saw these earlier," she said quietly, feeling the slightest bit shy about such a gesture. "I couldn't resist getting them for you. I know you like flowers and its been a while since they've brightened up your room," Talora mused, the smile on her features never fading as she stood there.
But she did have a thought. "I saw Abir of Simeon at the market," she started in, "He walked me home because I couldn't stop sneezing," here, she pursed her lips, trying not to seem overly amused by her own reaction to the pollen of the flowers she was holding out for her younger sister. It was not a massive gesture, nor an unusual one. Talora enjoyed buying gifts for her family members. It made them smile, and that warmed her cold little heart when she was feeling down.
She still felt fluttery and warm as she entered the Barak Bayith, leaving Abir and their lengthy conversations behind. She should have left him at the market, but she hadn't been able to resist walking beside him for even a few minutes. Besides, he had offered to carry the offending flowers for her through the streets until they had made it to her home. Then she had taken them from him and stepped into her home without looking back. That would be desperate and she would have been tempted to stay out there talking for much longer than they already had.
Instead, Talora trailed through the home, a smile on her features as she wandered in the direction or Maeri's room. Her knuckles wrapped on the door at first before she nudged it open, peeking her head in with a sweet smile. "Maeri," Talora greeted softly, "I was at the market and I got you a little gift," she said, all while pressing a little further into the room. She held the bundle of flowers behind her back, though the urge to sneeze again was dogging her steps.
Instead of waiting for Maeri to look inquisitive about what gift she could have possibly gotten her younger sister, Talora quickly pulled the flowers from behind her back and offered them to the younger girl. "I thought of you when I saw these earlier," she said quietly, feeling the slightest bit shy about such a gesture. "I couldn't resist getting them for you. I know you like flowers and its been a while since they've brightened up your room," Talora mused, the smile on her features never fading as she stood there.
But she did have a thought. "I saw Abir of Simeon at the market," she started in, "He walked me home because I couldn't stop sneezing," here, she pursed her lips, trying not to seem overly amused by her own reaction to the pollen of the flowers she was holding out for her younger sister. It was not a massive gesture, nor an unusual one. Talora enjoyed buying gifts for her family members. It made them smile, and that warmed her cold little heart when she was feeling down.
That day Maeri had decided to sleep in. Well not so much decided as it had happened by coincidence. Even then, she had decided not to get up because surely if she had she would have been forced to help with the cooking, or accompany someone to the market, or mend a shirt or something. All things she wished to avoid on this sleepy morning. She had stayed in bed until well past the time one might be considered lazy for idling in bed.
Maeri had only just gotten up and dressed when there came a soft knock at the door. “Come in!” she called, hoping no one had noticed her morning’s laziness. It was her sister Talorah at the door, greeting her with a smile and a bouquet of flowers. Maeri flung her arms around her sister enthusiastically with little thought to whether that might crush the flowers. Taking a step back she took the flowers from her sister. “Oh Talora! They’re beautiful!” That was true even if one of the blossoms had been a bit crushed from the unexpected hug.
“Let me grab something to put them in!” Maeri looked around the room, for somewhere to put the flowers before plunging them into the jug of water that had been placed in the room so that she might wash her face. “I’ll find something better for them later,” she explained, though whether or not the flighty girl would remember to do so later was anyone’s guess. For she was distracted when Talora started talking about Abir.
Maeri was always interested in gossip about what was going on with the other families of Judea. It was so much better to hear things about other people than risk the potential embarrassment of having to interact with them herself. Therefore she couldn’t help but ask about the encounter. “What did you talk about?” She asked eagerly, but then another thought crossed her mind. “Should he have done that? Isn’t he married? What would his wife say?” Even if walking her home was completely harmless, it was entirely different if someone had seen them together.
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That day Maeri had decided to sleep in. Well not so much decided as it had happened by coincidence. Even then, she had decided not to get up because surely if she had she would have been forced to help with the cooking, or accompany someone to the market, or mend a shirt or something. All things she wished to avoid on this sleepy morning. She had stayed in bed until well past the time one might be considered lazy for idling in bed.
Maeri had only just gotten up and dressed when there came a soft knock at the door. “Come in!” she called, hoping no one had noticed her morning’s laziness. It was her sister Talorah at the door, greeting her with a smile and a bouquet of flowers. Maeri flung her arms around her sister enthusiastically with little thought to whether that might crush the flowers. Taking a step back she took the flowers from her sister. “Oh Talora! They’re beautiful!” That was true even if one of the blossoms had been a bit crushed from the unexpected hug.
“Let me grab something to put them in!” Maeri looked around the room, for somewhere to put the flowers before plunging them into the jug of water that had been placed in the room so that she might wash her face. “I’ll find something better for them later,” she explained, though whether or not the flighty girl would remember to do so later was anyone’s guess. For she was distracted when Talora started talking about Abir.
Maeri was always interested in gossip about what was going on with the other families of Judea. It was so much better to hear things about other people than risk the potential embarrassment of having to interact with them herself. Therefore she couldn’t help but ask about the encounter. “What did you talk about?” She asked eagerly, but then another thought crossed her mind. “Should he have done that? Isn’t he married? What would his wife say?” Even if walking her home was completely harmless, it was entirely different if someone had seen them together.
That day Maeri had decided to sleep in. Well not so much decided as it had happened by coincidence. Even then, she had decided not to get up because surely if she had she would have been forced to help with the cooking, or accompany someone to the market, or mend a shirt or something. All things she wished to avoid on this sleepy morning. She had stayed in bed until well past the time one might be considered lazy for idling in bed.
Maeri had only just gotten up and dressed when there came a soft knock at the door. “Come in!” she called, hoping no one had noticed her morning’s laziness. It was her sister Talorah at the door, greeting her with a smile and a bouquet of flowers. Maeri flung her arms around her sister enthusiastically with little thought to whether that might crush the flowers. Taking a step back she took the flowers from her sister. “Oh Talora! They’re beautiful!” That was true even if one of the blossoms had been a bit crushed from the unexpected hug.
“Let me grab something to put them in!” Maeri looked around the room, for somewhere to put the flowers before plunging them into the jug of water that had been placed in the room so that she might wash her face. “I’ll find something better for them later,” she explained, though whether or not the flighty girl would remember to do so later was anyone’s guess. For she was distracted when Talora started talking about Abir.
Maeri was always interested in gossip about what was going on with the other families of Judea. It was so much better to hear things about other people than risk the potential embarrassment of having to interact with them herself. Therefore she couldn’t help but ask about the encounter. “What did you talk about?” She asked eagerly, but then another thought crossed her mind. “Should he have done that? Isn’t he married? What would his wife say?” Even if walking her home was completely harmless, it was entirely different if someone had seen them together.
Talora couldn't help the warm laugh that bubbled from her throat when her sister threw her arms around her in an excited hug. The woman tried to shift her body and her arm so that she could get the flowers out of the way in time, but Maeri was so quick on her feet that Talora failed in that endeavor. If it were anyone else, she would have frowned at the crushing of the flowers, but she knew that Maeri would enjoy the gift long after they were wilted and dropping petals onto the floor of her room. Smiling, Talora pressed an affectionate kiss to the top of her sister's head before Maeri pulled away to find a vase for the bouquet.
The young judean woman actually snorted, unladylike, when Maeri dropped them into the pitcher of water that was to be used for washing herself. Then she laughed again. So enthusiastic was her sister. Talora hoped that whoever married Maeri wouldn't crush that part of her spirit. The one that grew excited and grateful over even the smallest of gestures. It was something that Talora valued in her sister. The ability to be forever curious about the world around her while still aiming to remain good and proper in the eyes of society.
Moving across the room, Talora took a moment and sat down on the edge of Maeri's bed, shrugging her shoulders. "We didn't talk about much. Mostly you, how his wife and his daughter are," Talora answered with a quiet smile. Abir had always been senselessly easy to speak with. It didn't matter what they talked about, he was simply magnetic when it came to people. Talora was sure that she wasn't the only one who felt that way about the man.
"So what if he is married, Maeri?" Talora huffed then, "He walked me from the market to the door stoop and no further. He carried those," the woman motioned toward the flowers, "For me because I couldn't stop sneezing over them," now there was humor in her voice. "Is it so wrong that a man showed kindness and wanted to walk a woman home so that they were safe?" she questioned, almost indignantly of her sister, willing to fight for the fact that Abir's actions hadn't been at all improper.
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Talora couldn't help the warm laugh that bubbled from her throat when her sister threw her arms around her in an excited hug. The woman tried to shift her body and her arm so that she could get the flowers out of the way in time, but Maeri was so quick on her feet that Talora failed in that endeavor. If it were anyone else, she would have frowned at the crushing of the flowers, but she knew that Maeri would enjoy the gift long after they were wilted and dropping petals onto the floor of her room. Smiling, Talora pressed an affectionate kiss to the top of her sister's head before Maeri pulled away to find a vase for the bouquet.
The young judean woman actually snorted, unladylike, when Maeri dropped them into the pitcher of water that was to be used for washing herself. Then she laughed again. So enthusiastic was her sister. Talora hoped that whoever married Maeri wouldn't crush that part of her spirit. The one that grew excited and grateful over even the smallest of gestures. It was something that Talora valued in her sister. The ability to be forever curious about the world around her while still aiming to remain good and proper in the eyes of society.
Moving across the room, Talora took a moment and sat down on the edge of Maeri's bed, shrugging her shoulders. "We didn't talk about much. Mostly you, how his wife and his daughter are," Talora answered with a quiet smile. Abir had always been senselessly easy to speak with. It didn't matter what they talked about, he was simply magnetic when it came to people. Talora was sure that she wasn't the only one who felt that way about the man.
"So what if he is married, Maeri?" Talora huffed then, "He walked me from the market to the door stoop and no further. He carried those," the woman motioned toward the flowers, "For me because I couldn't stop sneezing over them," now there was humor in her voice. "Is it so wrong that a man showed kindness and wanted to walk a woman home so that they were safe?" she questioned, almost indignantly of her sister, willing to fight for the fact that Abir's actions hadn't been at all improper.
Talora couldn't help the warm laugh that bubbled from her throat when her sister threw her arms around her in an excited hug. The woman tried to shift her body and her arm so that she could get the flowers out of the way in time, but Maeri was so quick on her feet that Talora failed in that endeavor. If it were anyone else, she would have frowned at the crushing of the flowers, but she knew that Maeri would enjoy the gift long after they were wilted and dropping petals onto the floor of her room. Smiling, Talora pressed an affectionate kiss to the top of her sister's head before Maeri pulled away to find a vase for the bouquet.
The young judean woman actually snorted, unladylike, when Maeri dropped them into the pitcher of water that was to be used for washing herself. Then she laughed again. So enthusiastic was her sister. Talora hoped that whoever married Maeri wouldn't crush that part of her spirit. The one that grew excited and grateful over even the smallest of gestures. It was something that Talora valued in her sister. The ability to be forever curious about the world around her while still aiming to remain good and proper in the eyes of society.
Moving across the room, Talora took a moment and sat down on the edge of Maeri's bed, shrugging her shoulders. "We didn't talk about much. Mostly you, how his wife and his daughter are," Talora answered with a quiet smile. Abir had always been senselessly easy to speak with. It didn't matter what they talked about, he was simply magnetic when it came to people. Talora was sure that she wasn't the only one who felt that way about the man.
"So what if he is married, Maeri?" Talora huffed then, "He walked me from the market to the door stoop and no further. He carried those," the woman motioned toward the flowers, "For me because I couldn't stop sneezing over them," now there was humor in her voice. "Is it so wrong that a man showed kindness and wanted to walk a woman home so that they were safe?" she questioned, almost indignantly of her sister, willing to fight for the fact that Abir's actions hadn't been at all improper.
As her sister talked, Maeri started arranging the flowers in the jug idly. She just wanted to make sure that they looked nice. She didn’t once consider that once she had found a proper container she would have to do the same thing all over again. She wanted to make sure that the different flowers were all evenly distributed. Then she changed her mind, and started arranging the short ones in the front and the long ones in the back regardless of color.
Maeri was still a bit skeptical that her sister’s explanation was entirely correct, but what did she know? She had always been a bit too nervous about getting in trouble to go anywhere close to breaking the rules of society. It was closer than she would have gone to breaking them, but perhaps she was still on the right side of the whole thing. “Well...I suppose that’s ok. It’s not like you were anywhere alone together. It was very nice of him to carry the flowers so that you weren’t sneezing the whole way home.”
As Maeri talked, she changed her mind on the flowers again, this time making a pattern with the colors. “So how are Katriel and Livana? She’s got to be what? Eight by now? She’s growing up so fast.” Maeri could still remember the news of when the little girl was born. Children were always something to be celebrated, and Livana had been no exception. It had seemed not so long ago that Maeri didn’t even realize that she underestimated the girl’s age by a good two years.
A she talked, Maeri hadn’t fully been paying attention to what she was doing with the flowers, and one of the blossoms snapped off in her hand. “Oh…” For a moment she tried to somehow put the flower back, but it was too late. “I’m sorry Talora, after you brought me such beautiful flowers…” Maeri looked down at the floor still cradling the flower in her hand. Then she had a sudden idea. Breaking into a smile, she reached forward and tucked the flower into Talora’s hair. “There,” she said with a nod. “You look beautiful.”
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As her sister talked, Maeri started arranging the flowers in the jug idly. She just wanted to make sure that they looked nice. She didn’t once consider that once she had found a proper container she would have to do the same thing all over again. She wanted to make sure that the different flowers were all evenly distributed. Then she changed her mind, and started arranging the short ones in the front and the long ones in the back regardless of color.
Maeri was still a bit skeptical that her sister’s explanation was entirely correct, but what did she know? She had always been a bit too nervous about getting in trouble to go anywhere close to breaking the rules of society. It was closer than she would have gone to breaking them, but perhaps she was still on the right side of the whole thing. “Well...I suppose that’s ok. It’s not like you were anywhere alone together. It was very nice of him to carry the flowers so that you weren’t sneezing the whole way home.”
As Maeri talked, she changed her mind on the flowers again, this time making a pattern with the colors. “So how are Katriel and Livana? She’s got to be what? Eight by now? She’s growing up so fast.” Maeri could still remember the news of when the little girl was born. Children were always something to be celebrated, and Livana had been no exception. It had seemed not so long ago that Maeri didn’t even realize that she underestimated the girl’s age by a good two years.
A she talked, Maeri hadn’t fully been paying attention to what she was doing with the flowers, and one of the blossoms snapped off in her hand. “Oh…” For a moment she tried to somehow put the flower back, but it was too late. “I’m sorry Talora, after you brought me such beautiful flowers…” Maeri looked down at the floor still cradling the flower in her hand. Then she had a sudden idea. Breaking into a smile, she reached forward and tucked the flower into Talora’s hair. “There,” she said with a nod. “You look beautiful.”
As her sister talked, Maeri started arranging the flowers in the jug idly. She just wanted to make sure that they looked nice. She didn’t once consider that once she had found a proper container she would have to do the same thing all over again. She wanted to make sure that the different flowers were all evenly distributed. Then she changed her mind, and started arranging the short ones in the front and the long ones in the back regardless of color.
Maeri was still a bit skeptical that her sister’s explanation was entirely correct, but what did she know? She had always been a bit too nervous about getting in trouble to go anywhere close to breaking the rules of society. It was closer than she would have gone to breaking them, but perhaps she was still on the right side of the whole thing. “Well...I suppose that’s ok. It’s not like you were anywhere alone together. It was very nice of him to carry the flowers so that you weren’t sneezing the whole way home.”
As Maeri talked, she changed her mind on the flowers again, this time making a pattern with the colors. “So how are Katriel and Livana? She’s got to be what? Eight by now? She’s growing up so fast.” Maeri could still remember the news of when the little girl was born. Children were always something to be celebrated, and Livana had been no exception. It had seemed not so long ago that Maeri didn’t even realize that she underestimated the girl’s age by a good two years.
A she talked, Maeri hadn’t fully been paying attention to what she was doing with the flowers, and one of the blossoms snapped off in her hand. “Oh…” For a moment she tried to somehow put the flower back, but it was too late. “I’m sorry Talora, after you brought me such beautiful flowers…” Maeri looked down at the floor still cradling the flower in her hand. Then she had a sudden idea. Breaking into a smile, she reached forward and tucked the flower into Talora’s hair. “There,” she said with a nod. “You look beautiful.”
That was true. They weren't actually anywhere alone together, so that made it even more fine, Talora supposed. Then again, if Maeri knew that Talora had been alone with many a men, she might have looked at her sister differently. But Talora enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh for a night, with no need to crawl back to the same man the very next. Love was a worthless thing, and though she did think that she maybe did like Abir in such a way, she couldn't imagine marriage. She didn't want to imagine it, rather, because that meant that someone had broken down her walls and broken her apart at the seams.
She didn't want that. She wanted men to leave her heart alone, so she was content, for now, to let herself wander. To give her body to others, but keep her heart as her own. She didn't trust Abir enough to think that maybe he would be nice for her. They had nice conversations, but to assume anything more would be her downfall. Besides, it was very rare that Talora mentioned any man at all, so it was not out of the realm of possibility that their encounter had been purely friendly and nothing else.
If Talora were trying to hide it, then she wouldn't speak of it to her little sister.
Humming mostly to herself, Talora tapped her foot, her hands resting behind her back for a moment as she tried to stretch out her shoulders. "Katriel is fine, as I've heard. Livana is ten," she corrected Maeri, her gaze watching her sister arrange and rearrange the flowers in the makeshift vase. Smiling, Talora only snorted softly when Maeri accidentally popped one of the heads off of the flowers, "It's alright," she started to say, but Maeri was already moving across the room to slip the bloom into her hair.
With her cheeks flushing a little at such a kind gesture, Talora moved to look into the looking glass and swallowed a little. "I am not so beautiful as you, Maeri," she said softly, "One day, we'll weave your hair with flowers and you'll marry a good man," Talora declared lightly, her expression affectionate as she turned back to face her little sister. "I'm hungry. How about we find breakfast before momma comes in and swats us for wasting time."
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That was true. They weren't actually anywhere alone together, so that made it even more fine, Talora supposed. Then again, if Maeri knew that Talora had been alone with many a men, she might have looked at her sister differently. But Talora enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh for a night, with no need to crawl back to the same man the very next. Love was a worthless thing, and though she did think that she maybe did like Abir in such a way, she couldn't imagine marriage. She didn't want to imagine it, rather, because that meant that someone had broken down her walls and broken her apart at the seams.
She didn't want that. She wanted men to leave her heart alone, so she was content, for now, to let herself wander. To give her body to others, but keep her heart as her own. She didn't trust Abir enough to think that maybe he would be nice for her. They had nice conversations, but to assume anything more would be her downfall. Besides, it was very rare that Talora mentioned any man at all, so it was not out of the realm of possibility that their encounter had been purely friendly and nothing else.
If Talora were trying to hide it, then she wouldn't speak of it to her little sister.
Humming mostly to herself, Talora tapped her foot, her hands resting behind her back for a moment as she tried to stretch out her shoulders. "Katriel is fine, as I've heard. Livana is ten," she corrected Maeri, her gaze watching her sister arrange and rearrange the flowers in the makeshift vase. Smiling, Talora only snorted softly when Maeri accidentally popped one of the heads off of the flowers, "It's alright," she started to say, but Maeri was already moving across the room to slip the bloom into her hair.
With her cheeks flushing a little at such a kind gesture, Talora moved to look into the looking glass and swallowed a little. "I am not so beautiful as you, Maeri," she said softly, "One day, we'll weave your hair with flowers and you'll marry a good man," Talora declared lightly, her expression affectionate as she turned back to face her little sister. "I'm hungry. How about we find breakfast before momma comes in and swats us for wasting time."
That was true. They weren't actually anywhere alone together, so that made it even more fine, Talora supposed. Then again, if Maeri knew that Talora had been alone with many a men, she might have looked at her sister differently. But Talora enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh for a night, with no need to crawl back to the same man the very next. Love was a worthless thing, and though she did think that she maybe did like Abir in such a way, she couldn't imagine marriage. She didn't want to imagine it, rather, because that meant that someone had broken down her walls and broken her apart at the seams.
She didn't want that. She wanted men to leave her heart alone, so she was content, for now, to let herself wander. To give her body to others, but keep her heart as her own. She didn't trust Abir enough to think that maybe he would be nice for her. They had nice conversations, but to assume anything more would be her downfall. Besides, it was very rare that Talora mentioned any man at all, so it was not out of the realm of possibility that their encounter had been purely friendly and nothing else.
If Talora were trying to hide it, then she wouldn't speak of it to her little sister.
Humming mostly to herself, Talora tapped her foot, her hands resting behind her back for a moment as she tried to stretch out her shoulders. "Katriel is fine, as I've heard. Livana is ten," she corrected Maeri, her gaze watching her sister arrange and rearrange the flowers in the makeshift vase. Smiling, Talora only snorted softly when Maeri accidentally popped one of the heads off of the flowers, "It's alright," she started to say, but Maeri was already moving across the room to slip the bloom into her hair.
With her cheeks flushing a little at such a kind gesture, Talora moved to look into the looking glass and swallowed a little. "I am not so beautiful as you, Maeri," she said softly, "One day, we'll weave your hair with flowers and you'll marry a good man," Talora declared lightly, her expression affectionate as she turned back to face her little sister. "I'm hungry. How about we find breakfast before momma comes in and swats us for wasting time."
