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After the marriage, Maeri and Amiti had taken a trip together to Israel. This was supposed to give them some time to get to know each other so that they could spend time together and get their bearings as a new couple. Maeri was also grateful because it meant that by the time they returned to Damascus, their new home would be prepared for them, and everything would be set up.
Maeri had tried to take advantage of the trip as much as possible. She wanted to get to know her new husband as much as possible. That way she could figure out what he needed from her, what she could do to make this marriage a happy one. Though one thing Amiti seemed to need a good deal of was peace and quiet. It was something fairly unfamiliar to her. Her home was always an active place full of excitement and interesting things. To want things to be so calm, that was new to Maeri.
Today, Amiti had said that he was busy and that she wasn’t supposed to bother him until dinner time, so Maeri had to figure out what to do with her day. She had spent some time attempting to decorate the living room of the house that they had rented for the trip. She had rearranged all of the pottery a few times changing her mind every time, then she realized what she was missing. It needed flowers, and she didn’t have any.
With that thought, Maeri decided she needed to go to the market. She could get flowers for the living room, then she could get some food to cook for dinner. She was thinking maybe chicken would be nice. She could roast that and then stew some vegetables to serve with it. They could have the rest of the bread that she had made earlier that day. Maeri was excited about her plans. She was getting the hang of this running a house thing.
Maeri wrapped her head in a deep blue mitzpahath before she left the house and grabbed a basket so she could carry her shopping. As she left the house, Rayla bounded over towards her, jumping up and licking her hands, until Maeri pet her. The dog had been relegated to sleep outside the house, something Maeri had not entirely approved of, but Amiti was her husband and she had to respect him. Rayla trotted along behind her as Maeri walked through the city. She was glad to have the dog at her side, as a little bit of extra protection as a woman in the city alone.
Maeri spent some time at the market picking out the perfect flowers. She finally decided on some large purple flowers and some small clusters of little white flowers for accents. She was going to go look for some fresh vegetables next, when suddenly Rayla took off running across the market. Maeri started running after her, some of her flowers flying from the basket as she ran. “Rayla! Come here! Bad dog!” she yelled after her as she ran. Rayla seemed to think this was some sort of game, glancing back at Maeri and then racing away even faster.
Maeri chased the dog for a while longer, before she was forced to stop, breathing hard. She had lost the dog and didn’t know where she had gone. Then suddenly, she heard barking that Maeri instantly recognized as Rayla’s. Maeri followed the sound down some small back alley where Rayla stood barking at something...no someone. Or rather, two someones.
“Hush Rayla!” she called to the dog, who was sniffing at the figures, excitedly. “Don’t worry about her. She’s very friendly.” Maeri said, trying to be reassuring.
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After the marriage, Maeri and Amiti had taken a trip together to Israel. This was supposed to give them some time to get to know each other so that they could spend time together and get their bearings as a new couple. Maeri was also grateful because it meant that by the time they returned to Damascus, their new home would be prepared for them, and everything would be set up.
Maeri had tried to take advantage of the trip as much as possible. She wanted to get to know her new husband as much as possible. That way she could figure out what he needed from her, what she could do to make this marriage a happy one. Though one thing Amiti seemed to need a good deal of was peace and quiet. It was something fairly unfamiliar to her. Her home was always an active place full of excitement and interesting things. To want things to be so calm, that was new to Maeri.
Today, Amiti had said that he was busy and that she wasn’t supposed to bother him until dinner time, so Maeri had to figure out what to do with her day. She had spent some time attempting to decorate the living room of the house that they had rented for the trip. She had rearranged all of the pottery a few times changing her mind every time, then she realized what she was missing. It needed flowers, and she didn’t have any.
With that thought, Maeri decided she needed to go to the market. She could get flowers for the living room, then she could get some food to cook for dinner. She was thinking maybe chicken would be nice. She could roast that and then stew some vegetables to serve with it. They could have the rest of the bread that she had made earlier that day. Maeri was excited about her plans. She was getting the hang of this running a house thing.
Maeri wrapped her head in a deep blue mitzpahath before she left the house and grabbed a basket so she could carry her shopping. As she left the house, Rayla bounded over towards her, jumping up and licking her hands, until Maeri pet her. The dog had been relegated to sleep outside the house, something Maeri had not entirely approved of, but Amiti was her husband and she had to respect him. Rayla trotted along behind her as Maeri walked through the city. She was glad to have the dog at her side, as a little bit of extra protection as a woman in the city alone.
Maeri spent some time at the market picking out the perfect flowers. She finally decided on some large purple flowers and some small clusters of little white flowers for accents. She was going to go look for some fresh vegetables next, when suddenly Rayla took off running across the market. Maeri started running after her, some of her flowers flying from the basket as she ran. “Rayla! Come here! Bad dog!” she yelled after her as she ran. Rayla seemed to think this was some sort of game, glancing back at Maeri and then racing away even faster.
Maeri chased the dog for a while longer, before she was forced to stop, breathing hard. She had lost the dog and didn’t know where she had gone. Then suddenly, she heard barking that Maeri instantly recognized as Rayla’s. Maeri followed the sound down some small back alley where Rayla stood barking at something...no someone. Or rather, two someones.
“Hush Rayla!” she called to the dog, who was sniffing at the figures, excitedly. “Don’t worry about her. She’s very friendly.” Maeri said, trying to be reassuring.
After the marriage, Maeri and Amiti had taken a trip together to Israel. This was supposed to give them some time to get to know each other so that they could spend time together and get their bearings as a new couple. Maeri was also grateful because it meant that by the time they returned to Damascus, their new home would be prepared for them, and everything would be set up.
Maeri had tried to take advantage of the trip as much as possible. She wanted to get to know her new husband as much as possible. That way she could figure out what he needed from her, what she could do to make this marriage a happy one. Though one thing Amiti seemed to need a good deal of was peace and quiet. It was something fairly unfamiliar to her. Her home was always an active place full of excitement and interesting things. To want things to be so calm, that was new to Maeri.
Today, Amiti had said that he was busy and that she wasn’t supposed to bother him until dinner time, so Maeri had to figure out what to do with her day. She had spent some time attempting to decorate the living room of the house that they had rented for the trip. She had rearranged all of the pottery a few times changing her mind every time, then she realized what she was missing. It needed flowers, and she didn’t have any.
With that thought, Maeri decided she needed to go to the market. She could get flowers for the living room, then she could get some food to cook for dinner. She was thinking maybe chicken would be nice. She could roast that and then stew some vegetables to serve with it. They could have the rest of the bread that she had made earlier that day. Maeri was excited about her plans. She was getting the hang of this running a house thing.
Maeri wrapped her head in a deep blue mitzpahath before she left the house and grabbed a basket so she could carry her shopping. As she left the house, Rayla bounded over towards her, jumping up and licking her hands, until Maeri pet her. The dog had been relegated to sleep outside the house, something Maeri had not entirely approved of, but Amiti was her husband and she had to respect him. Rayla trotted along behind her as Maeri walked through the city. She was glad to have the dog at her side, as a little bit of extra protection as a woman in the city alone.
Maeri spent some time at the market picking out the perfect flowers. She finally decided on some large purple flowers and some small clusters of little white flowers for accents. She was going to go look for some fresh vegetables next, when suddenly Rayla took off running across the market. Maeri started running after her, some of her flowers flying from the basket as she ran. “Rayla! Come here! Bad dog!” she yelled after her as she ran. Rayla seemed to think this was some sort of game, glancing back at Maeri and then racing away even faster.
Maeri chased the dog for a while longer, before she was forced to stop, breathing hard. She had lost the dog and didn’t know where she had gone. Then suddenly, she heard barking that Maeri instantly recognized as Rayla’s. Maeri followed the sound down some small back alley where Rayla stood barking at something...no someone. Or rather, two someones.
“Hush Rayla!” she called to the dog, who was sniffing at the figures, excitedly. “Don’t worry about her. She’s very friendly.” Maeri said, trying to be reassuring.
He knew why Krysto had thought to head to Judea. It had made sense, based on what he had known. Achilleas might have taken issue with being hauled away from the fight, to leaving so many behind, to what it had cost him.But he could not dispute his friend’s logic in bringing them here.
Israel had long been home to a contingent of Taengean soldiers. They paid a modest rent in exchange for the security of a force who could quickly move against any threat from Egypt. Achilleas himself had seen their reserves bolstered when talk of this war had first surfaced. They should have found a safe haven there.
But upon arriving in the dusty lands, injured and with barely anything to their names, it appeared their Judean allies were as treacherous as the winds that had blown them here. The Taengean soldiers had left, and behind them the gate had been locked and barred, there was no welcome for the two injured Greeks who had staggered up to the man at the gate.
They probably could have cut him down. Even wounded, there were two of them and one of him, but that would not help. Not in the long term. They needed shelter, food and medicine, and so Achilleas and Krysto had turned away from where the soldiers had made themselves a little enclave of sorts. They kept to the backstreets, in the hope of finding somewhere that might take them in, kept their heads down.
Even so, as he placed one foot drearily before the other, Achilleas did not know how much longer he could go on. He still felt light-headed, was sweating far more than the weak winter sun warranted. Krysto he knew was faring no better, there had been little more than terse words from the Captain, and that was enough to tell the king that the man was suffering.
“We may have to throw ourselves on their mercy” he said, the words taking more breath and effort than he had to spare. “ They are not a savage people...it’s..”
Before he could make a case for those individuals who had seemingly already turned their backs upon the Greeks, Achilleas staggered forward when something cold and wet brushed against his calf. His clumsy half-turn, the panicked grab at his knife was proven overkill in the extreme when he noticed the dog. Fucking dogs everywhere. He exhaled a shaky breath.
But this one did not come alone, and the man looked up to see a woman approaching, garbling words in Hebrew that he had no chance of understanding. He glanced at Krysto...the last thing they needed was her screaming and attracting attention.if they were going to be facing the city elders then it should be on their terms, not some perceived threat against an innocent woman. Achilleas sheathed his knife, raised his hand in a pacifying gesture. His other arm was still bound to his chest, stabilising the shoulder where he’d taken the arrow. What with that and Krysto’s eye he wasn’t sure if they’d appear more threatening or less. “What’s she saying?” he asked of the other man, his words too low for the woman to hear.
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He knew why Krysto had thought to head to Judea. It had made sense, based on what he had known. Achilleas might have taken issue with being hauled away from the fight, to leaving so many behind, to what it had cost him.But he could not dispute his friend’s logic in bringing them here.
Israel had long been home to a contingent of Taengean soldiers. They paid a modest rent in exchange for the security of a force who could quickly move against any threat from Egypt. Achilleas himself had seen their reserves bolstered when talk of this war had first surfaced. They should have found a safe haven there.
But upon arriving in the dusty lands, injured and with barely anything to their names, it appeared their Judean allies were as treacherous as the winds that had blown them here. The Taengean soldiers had left, and behind them the gate had been locked and barred, there was no welcome for the two injured Greeks who had staggered up to the man at the gate.
They probably could have cut him down. Even wounded, there were two of them and one of him, but that would not help. Not in the long term. They needed shelter, food and medicine, and so Achilleas and Krysto had turned away from where the soldiers had made themselves a little enclave of sorts. They kept to the backstreets, in the hope of finding somewhere that might take them in, kept their heads down.
Even so, as he placed one foot drearily before the other, Achilleas did not know how much longer he could go on. He still felt light-headed, was sweating far more than the weak winter sun warranted. Krysto he knew was faring no better, there had been little more than terse words from the Captain, and that was enough to tell the king that the man was suffering.
“We may have to throw ourselves on their mercy” he said, the words taking more breath and effort than he had to spare. “ They are not a savage people...it’s..”
Before he could make a case for those individuals who had seemingly already turned their backs upon the Greeks, Achilleas staggered forward when something cold and wet brushed against his calf. His clumsy half-turn, the panicked grab at his knife was proven overkill in the extreme when he noticed the dog. Fucking dogs everywhere. He exhaled a shaky breath.
But this one did not come alone, and the man looked up to see a woman approaching, garbling words in Hebrew that he had no chance of understanding. He glanced at Krysto...the last thing they needed was her screaming and attracting attention.if they were going to be facing the city elders then it should be on their terms, not some perceived threat against an innocent woman. Achilleas sheathed his knife, raised his hand in a pacifying gesture. His other arm was still bound to his chest, stabilising the shoulder where he’d taken the arrow. What with that and Krysto’s eye he wasn’t sure if they’d appear more threatening or less. “What’s she saying?” he asked of the other man, his words too low for the woman to hear.
He knew why Krysto had thought to head to Judea. It had made sense, based on what he had known. Achilleas might have taken issue with being hauled away from the fight, to leaving so many behind, to what it had cost him.But he could not dispute his friend’s logic in bringing them here.
Israel had long been home to a contingent of Taengean soldiers. They paid a modest rent in exchange for the security of a force who could quickly move against any threat from Egypt. Achilleas himself had seen their reserves bolstered when talk of this war had first surfaced. They should have found a safe haven there.
But upon arriving in the dusty lands, injured and with barely anything to their names, it appeared their Judean allies were as treacherous as the winds that had blown them here. The Taengean soldiers had left, and behind them the gate had been locked and barred, there was no welcome for the two injured Greeks who had staggered up to the man at the gate.
They probably could have cut him down. Even wounded, there were two of them and one of him, but that would not help. Not in the long term. They needed shelter, food and medicine, and so Achilleas and Krysto had turned away from where the soldiers had made themselves a little enclave of sorts. They kept to the backstreets, in the hope of finding somewhere that might take them in, kept their heads down.
Even so, as he placed one foot drearily before the other, Achilleas did not know how much longer he could go on. He still felt light-headed, was sweating far more than the weak winter sun warranted. Krysto he knew was faring no better, there had been little more than terse words from the Captain, and that was enough to tell the king that the man was suffering.
“We may have to throw ourselves on their mercy” he said, the words taking more breath and effort than he had to spare. “ They are not a savage people...it’s..”
Before he could make a case for those individuals who had seemingly already turned their backs upon the Greeks, Achilleas staggered forward when something cold and wet brushed against his calf. His clumsy half-turn, the panicked grab at his knife was proven overkill in the extreme when he noticed the dog. Fucking dogs everywhere. He exhaled a shaky breath.
But this one did not come alone, and the man looked up to see a woman approaching, garbling words in Hebrew that he had no chance of understanding. He glanced at Krysto...the last thing they needed was her screaming and attracting attention.if they were going to be facing the city elders then it should be on their terms, not some perceived threat against an innocent woman. Achilleas sheathed his knife, raised his hand in a pacifying gesture. His other arm was still bound to his chest, stabilising the shoulder where he’d taken the arrow. What with that and Krysto’s eye he wasn’t sure if they’d appear more threatening or less. “What’s she saying?” he asked of the other man, his words too low for the woman to hear.
