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Snakes. Zein loathed them. He’d never had very many feelings towards them before, but it had only taken one snake bite to change that opinion. He’d felt ill for days after, despite Kesi claiming she cured him. And the wound had left some unseemly red bumps that had yet to go away. At least they had only been on his calf instead of his arms. He could still juggle without impediment, so that was a relief. However, the worst part—well one of the worst parts, because being bitten by the vile creature had been terrible—was that nobody seemed to care. They thought it was normal and that he should move on and continue to work with those slithering creatures! Zein loved life in Egypt—he loved the craziness, the unexpectedness, but he did not appreciate this attitude. He wanted some sympathy. For the first time in his life, he wanted others to feel sorry for him. Well, to feel sorry enough to tell him that he didn’t have to work with the snakes anymore. Yet, nobody in this circus seemed to think that at all. Most seemed to think he should just go right back to working with snakes as though nothing ever happened.
Well Zein wasn’t going to. And he was casually searching for someone who would agree with him. He would bring it up in conversation over meals, in passing, just to solicit opinions. Sadly, none had been anything he wanted. Until he thought to ask another Judean, spotting Raziya during an afternoon break. Maybe she would understand.
Even though he had been part of the circus for a few months now, the two of them hadn’t exchanged much beyond simple flirtatious conversations here and there. Zein hadn’t been intentionally avoiding her, but there was some kind of simple aversion he had to other Judeans. He didn’t want to interact with others who knew intimately what his life might had been like in Judea. And although he had taken Raziya’s younger brother under his wing lately, there was a difference with the boy. He was young. He couldn’t quite fathom what Zein’s life had been like. Though some days, when they were practicing pick pocketing, the boy was practically living it.
Zein couldn’t say if it was the snake question that brought him over to Raziya now or something else. Probably the snake question. He munched on a piece of fruit, taking a seat across from the young woman at the table in the shade. It was everyone’s free time and he usually didn’t like to distract others, but she was alone, so he wanted to pick her brain.
The man gave Raziya a smile, taking her in, allotting a moment to wondering why they hadn’t truly spoken before. She was pretty, even though she was Judean. But of course, she had left, just like him…well, from what he’d heard, not just like him. She hadn’t gone back and even arranged for her siblings to come join her. So perhaps they had the same dislike for their homeland.
“I love everything about Egypt,” he said, speaking in Coptic. Even if they were both Judean, he didn’t want to speak their mother tongue. “But what I can’t understand is the obsession with snakes here. Everyone is so fascinated with them. You never saw that in Judea. If I had been bitten there, nobody would have expected me to continue working with the vile creatures like nothing happened. I just don’t understand.”
Maybe this wasn’t the best way to approach the topic, but Zein had reached the end of his sympathy for snake-lovers. He just wanted someone to agree with him.
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Snakes. Zein loathed them. He’d never had very many feelings towards them before, but it had only taken one snake bite to change that opinion. He’d felt ill for days after, despite Kesi claiming she cured him. And the wound had left some unseemly red bumps that had yet to go away. At least they had only been on his calf instead of his arms. He could still juggle without impediment, so that was a relief. However, the worst part—well one of the worst parts, because being bitten by the vile creature had been terrible—was that nobody seemed to care. They thought it was normal and that he should move on and continue to work with those slithering creatures! Zein loved life in Egypt—he loved the craziness, the unexpectedness, but he did not appreciate this attitude. He wanted some sympathy. For the first time in his life, he wanted others to feel sorry for him. Well, to feel sorry enough to tell him that he didn’t have to work with the snakes anymore. Yet, nobody in this circus seemed to think that at all. Most seemed to think he should just go right back to working with snakes as though nothing ever happened.
Well Zein wasn’t going to. And he was casually searching for someone who would agree with him. He would bring it up in conversation over meals, in passing, just to solicit opinions. Sadly, none had been anything he wanted. Until he thought to ask another Judean, spotting Raziya during an afternoon break. Maybe she would understand.
Even though he had been part of the circus for a few months now, the two of them hadn’t exchanged much beyond simple flirtatious conversations here and there. Zein hadn’t been intentionally avoiding her, but there was some kind of simple aversion he had to other Judeans. He didn’t want to interact with others who knew intimately what his life might had been like in Judea. And although he had taken Raziya’s younger brother under his wing lately, there was a difference with the boy. He was young. He couldn’t quite fathom what Zein’s life had been like. Though some days, when they were practicing pick pocketing, the boy was practically living it.
Zein couldn’t say if it was the snake question that brought him over to Raziya now or something else. Probably the snake question. He munched on a piece of fruit, taking a seat across from the young woman at the table in the shade. It was everyone’s free time and he usually didn’t like to distract others, but she was alone, so he wanted to pick her brain.
The man gave Raziya a smile, taking her in, allotting a moment to wondering why they hadn’t truly spoken before. She was pretty, even though she was Judean. But of course, she had left, just like him…well, from what he’d heard, not just like him. She hadn’t gone back and even arranged for her siblings to come join her. So perhaps they had the same dislike for their homeland.
“I love everything about Egypt,” he said, speaking in Coptic. Even if they were both Judean, he didn’t want to speak their mother tongue. “But what I can’t understand is the obsession with snakes here. Everyone is so fascinated with them. You never saw that in Judea. If I had been bitten there, nobody would have expected me to continue working with the vile creatures like nothing happened. I just don’t understand.”
Maybe this wasn’t the best way to approach the topic, but Zein had reached the end of his sympathy for snake-lovers. He just wanted someone to agree with him.
Snakes. Zein loathed them. He’d never had very many feelings towards them before, but it had only taken one snake bite to change that opinion. He’d felt ill for days after, despite Kesi claiming she cured him. And the wound had left some unseemly red bumps that had yet to go away. At least they had only been on his calf instead of his arms. He could still juggle without impediment, so that was a relief. However, the worst part—well one of the worst parts, because being bitten by the vile creature had been terrible—was that nobody seemed to care. They thought it was normal and that he should move on and continue to work with those slithering creatures! Zein loved life in Egypt—he loved the craziness, the unexpectedness, but he did not appreciate this attitude. He wanted some sympathy. For the first time in his life, he wanted others to feel sorry for him. Well, to feel sorry enough to tell him that he didn’t have to work with the snakes anymore. Yet, nobody in this circus seemed to think that at all. Most seemed to think he should just go right back to working with snakes as though nothing ever happened.
Well Zein wasn’t going to. And he was casually searching for someone who would agree with him. He would bring it up in conversation over meals, in passing, just to solicit opinions. Sadly, none had been anything he wanted. Until he thought to ask another Judean, spotting Raziya during an afternoon break. Maybe she would understand.
Even though he had been part of the circus for a few months now, the two of them hadn’t exchanged much beyond simple flirtatious conversations here and there. Zein hadn’t been intentionally avoiding her, but there was some kind of simple aversion he had to other Judeans. He didn’t want to interact with others who knew intimately what his life might had been like in Judea. And although he had taken Raziya’s younger brother under his wing lately, there was a difference with the boy. He was young. He couldn’t quite fathom what Zein’s life had been like. Though some days, when they were practicing pick pocketing, the boy was practically living it.
Zein couldn’t say if it was the snake question that brought him over to Raziya now or something else. Probably the snake question. He munched on a piece of fruit, taking a seat across from the young woman at the table in the shade. It was everyone’s free time and he usually didn’t like to distract others, but she was alone, so he wanted to pick her brain.
The man gave Raziya a smile, taking her in, allotting a moment to wondering why they hadn’t truly spoken before. She was pretty, even though she was Judean. But of course, she had left, just like him…well, from what he’d heard, not just like him. She hadn’t gone back and even arranged for her siblings to come join her. So perhaps they had the same dislike for their homeland.
“I love everything about Egypt,” he said, speaking in Coptic. Even if they were both Judean, he didn’t want to speak their mother tongue. “But what I can’t understand is the obsession with snakes here. Everyone is so fascinated with them. You never saw that in Judea. If I had been bitten there, nobody would have expected me to continue working with the vile creatures like nothing happened. I just don’t understand.”
Maybe this wasn’t the best way to approach the topic, but Zein had reached the end of his sympathy for snake-lovers. He just wanted someone to agree with him.
Raziya found herself sitting at a shaded table during an afternoon break. Usually she was wrapped up in Aelius or Delia or even her sister if she was feeling sociable. Today though, she sat alone, pondering something as she absently munched on some fruit. She would need energy to get through the rest of rehearsal. But she couldn’t shake this restlessness that was rising within her. She needed excitement. Something new.
It was then that Zein approached. She lifted an eyebrow in surprise as he took a seat across from her, though she said nothing. They had spoken in passing here and there, a flirty remark or two, but as a whole it seemed like the Judean performer preferred to keep his distance. The circus was large enough that it was easy to do. Though since he had taken to training her brother, she had noticed him more.
She couldn’t help but be curious about the juggler. After all, they had both fled from Judea. She wondered what his reasons were. Raziya hadn’t been given a choice after all, though she surely would have left of her own accord eventually. She had always found their culture to be terribly oppressive. She needed freedom, and Egypt offered that in spades. He had been a successful performer before Nem recruited him to their circus. She had been nothing more than a street rat, rescued from starvation.
He gave her a smile which she returned with ease, even as a part of her wondered what had brought him over here now. Perhaps he just wasn’t one for crowds. Usually she had at least one or two people with her. Being alone was rare for her. He began to speak in Coptic - which was far more natural to her than the tongue of their birth land - and his words brought a grin to her lips for more reason than one.
“It’s true. Fear might as well be the second language of Judea,” she said with a laugh. It was one of the things she had loathed most. Everyone was so concerned with offending this solitary all-powerful god, and it seemed that everything was an offense. “It’s strange, isn’t it? What makes snakes so special?” she answered with a nod of her own. Raziya appreciated anything considered dangerous, but if she was being honest, she didn’t understand why snakes were held so high here. They weren’t that great.
“They should just leave the snakes to Kesi. There is so much more you can do that has nothing to do with the fanged creatures.” She tilted her head slightly. “Maybe you just need a new idea. Something even flashier for your act. Then they’ll stop trying to force the snakes on you.”
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Raziya found herself sitting at a shaded table during an afternoon break. Usually she was wrapped up in Aelius or Delia or even her sister if she was feeling sociable. Today though, she sat alone, pondering something as she absently munched on some fruit. She would need energy to get through the rest of rehearsal. But she couldn’t shake this restlessness that was rising within her. She needed excitement. Something new.
It was then that Zein approached. She lifted an eyebrow in surprise as he took a seat across from her, though she said nothing. They had spoken in passing here and there, a flirty remark or two, but as a whole it seemed like the Judean performer preferred to keep his distance. The circus was large enough that it was easy to do. Though since he had taken to training her brother, she had noticed him more.
She couldn’t help but be curious about the juggler. After all, they had both fled from Judea. She wondered what his reasons were. Raziya hadn’t been given a choice after all, though she surely would have left of her own accord eventually. She had always found their culture to be terribly oppressive. She needed freedom, and Egypt offered that in spades. He had been a successful performer before Nem recruited him to their circus. She had been nothing more than a street rat, rescued from starvation.
He gave her a smile which she returned with ease, even as a part of her wondered what had brought him over here now. Perhaps he just wasn’t one for crowds. Usually she had at least one or two people with her. Being alone was rare for her. He began to speak in Coptic - which was far more natural to her than the tongue of their birth land - and his words brought a grin to her lips for more reason than one.
“It’s true. Fear might as well be the second language of Judea,” she said with a laugh. It was one of the things she had loathed most. Everyone was so concerned with offending this solitary all-powerful god, and it seemed that everything was an offense. “It’s strange, isn’t it? What makes snakes so special?” she answered with a nod of her own. Raziya appreciated anything considered dangerous, but if she was being honest, she didn’t understand why snakes were held so high here. They weren’t that great.
“They should just leave the snakes to Kesi. There is so much more you can do that has nothing to do with the fanged creatures.” She tilted her head slightly. “Maybe you just need a new idea. Something even flashier for your act. Then they’ll stop trying to force the snakes on you.”
Raziya found herself sitting at a shaded table during an afternoon break. Usually she was wrapped up in Aelius or Delia or even her sister if she was feeling sociable. Today though, she sat alone, pondering something as she absently munched on some fruit. She would need energy to get through the rest of rehearsal. But she couldn’t shake this restlessness that was rising within her. She needed excitement. Something new.
It was then that Zein approached. She lifted an eyebrow in surprise as he took a seat across from her, though she said nothing. They had spoken in passing here and there, a flirty remark or two, but as a whole it seemed like the Judean performer preferred to keep his distance. The circus was large enough that it was easy to do. Though since he had taken to training her brother, she had noticed him more.
She couldn’t help but be curious about the juggler. After all, they had both fled from Judea. She wondered what his reasons were. Raziya hadn’t been given a choice after all, though she surely would have left of her own accord eventually. She had always found their culture to be terribly oppressive. She needed freedom, and Egypt offered that in spades. He had been a successful performer before Nem recruited him to their circus. She had been nothing more than a street rat, rescued from starvation.
He gave her a smile which she returned with ease, even as a part of her wondered what had brought him over here now. Perhaps he just wasn’t one for crowds. Usually she had at least one or two people with her. Being alone was rare for her. He began to speak in Coptic - which was far more natural to her than the tongue of their birth land - and his words brought a grin to her lips for more reason than one.
“It’s true. Fear might as well be the second language of Judea,” she said with a laugh. It was one of the things she had loathed most. Everyone was so concerned with offending this solitary all-powerful god, and it seemed that everything was an offense. “It’s strange, isn’t it? What makes snakes so special?” she answered with a nod of her own. Raziya appreciated anything considered dangerous, but if she was being honest, she didn’t understand why snakes were held so high here. They weren’t that great.
“They should just leave the snakes to Kesi. There is so much more you can do that has nothing to do with the fanged creatures.” She tilted her head slightly. “Maybe you just need a new idea. Something even flashier for your act. Then they’ll stop trying to force the snakes on you.”
