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Nephele breathed out a quiet sigh, the quill in her hand dropped far enough to be level with the table. Even with her love of the business, some days sorely tested her patience, and this had turned out to be one of them. One of the horses had colic and the office had been left in disarray by whoever had been in here last, leaving her scrambling for the parchments she needed to accurately fill out the records of sales and reservations this week. And to top it all off, it was a beautiful day outside. At this point, she was dying for noon to shine it's light, as she was sorely tested by the lack of activity. This might be something she wanted of her future, but even she had her limits.
She shifted in her seat and propped her chin on one hand, other tangled idly in the golden chains wrapped about her neck. Outside she could see the hustle and bustle of everyday people, framed by the small stable and yard that marked their horses for open sale. She had an open auction to plan for two days from now but right now, all she could focus on was the itch of needing to do something else. Anything else. With a huff, she stood and reached for her coin purse. Nephele straightened and with a weary look at the vacant chair, strode out into the cacophony of the open market stalls.
It was glorious bedlam out here, even if somewhat off putting from the noise. Different smells wafted from every direction, spices and fresh fruits and bread from every direction. Dozens of stall owners called out, trying to tempt her into one purchase or another and there was a new sight around every corner. Regretful, she shook her head. She had little time to stray, and much work left to do during the course of the day. Her eyes drifted to a nearby stall and her stomach gave an involuntary rumble at the sight of the fresh breads and cheeses laid out.
But before she could speak or choose what she wished to eat, someone bumped her shoulder roughly, knocking the short woman to her knees. She sucked in a sharp breath as her hands hit roughly cobbled stone and she looked up, hair hanging in her eyes, lopsided from the jarring fall. A number of people had glanced at her, but more were still walking and she pushed herself to her feet once more. Her chiffon was filthy from the dirt and grime of the well walked streets and her hair had fallen every which way. And no sign of the culprit, either. She looked around somewhat sternly, eyes staring down anyone still lingering. "Did anyone happen to see who knocked me down?"
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Nephele breathed out a quiet sigh, the quill in her hand dropped far enough to be level with the table. Even with her love of the business, some days sorely tested her patience, and this had turned out to be one of them. One of the horses had colic and the office had been left in disarray by whoever had been in here last, leaving her scrambling for the parchments she needed to accurately fill out the records of sales and reservations this week. And to top it all off, it was a beautiful day outside. At this point, she was dying for noon to shine it's light, as she was sorely tested by the lack of activity. This might be something she wanted of her future, but even she had her limits.
She shifted in her seat and propped her chin on one hand, other tangled idly in the golden chains wrapped about her neck. Outside she could see the hustle and bustle of everyday people, framed by the small stable and yard that marked their horses for open sale. She had an open auction to plan for two days from now but right now, all she could focus on was the itch of needing to do something else. Anything else. With a huff, she stood and reached for her coin purse. Nephele straightened and with a weary look at the vacant chair, strode out into the cacophony of the open market stalls.
It was glorious bedlam out here, even if somewhat off putting from the noise. Different smells wafted from every direction, spices and fresh fruits and bread from every direction. Dozens of stall owners called out, trying to tempt her into one purchase or another and there was a new sight around every corner. Regretful, she shook her head. She had little time to stray, and much work left to do during the course of the day. Her eyes drifted to a nearby stall and her stomach gave an involuntary rumble at the sight of the fresh breads and cheeses laid out.
But before she could speak or choose what she wished to eat, someone bumped her shoulder roughly, knocking the short woman to her knees. She sucked in a sharp breath as her hands hit roughly cobbled stone and she looked up, hair hanging in her eyes, lopsided from the jarring fall. A number of people had glanced at her, but more were still walking and she pushed herself to her feet once more. Her chiffon was filthy from the dirt and grime of the well walked streets and her hair had fallen every which way. And no sign of the culprit, either. She looked around somewhat sternly, eyes staring down anyone still lingering. "Did anyone happen to see who knocked me down?"
Nephele breathed out a quiet sigh, the quill in her hand dropped far enough to be level with the table. Even with her love of the business, some days sorely tested her patience, and this had turned out to be one of them. One of the horses had colic and the office had been left in disarray by whoever had been in here last, leaving her scrambling for the parchments she needed to accurately fill out the records of sales and reservations this week. And to top it all off, it was a beautiful day outside. At this point, she was dying for noon to shine it's light, as she was sorely tested by the lack of activity. This might be something she wanted of her future, but even she had her limits.
She shifted in her seat and propped her chin on one hand, other tangled idly in the golden chains wrapped about her neck. Outside she could see the hustle and bustle of everyday people, framed by the small stable and yard that marked their horses for open sale. She had an open auction to plan for two days from now but right now, all she could focus on was the itch of needing to do something else. Anything else. With a huff, she stood and reached for her coin purse. Nephele straightened and with a weary look at the vacant chair, strode out into the cacophony of the open market stalls.
It was glorious bedlam out here, even if somewhat off putting from the noise. Different smells wafted from every direction, spices and fresh fruits and bread from every direction. Dozens of stall owners called out, trying to tempt her into one purchase or another and there was a new sight around every corner. Regretful, she shook her head. She had little time to stray, and much work left to do during the course of the day. Her eyes drifted to a nearby stall and her stomach gave an involuntary rumble at the sight of the fresh breads and cheeses laid out.
But before she could speak or choose what she wished to eat, someone bumped her shoulder roughly, knocking the short woman to her knees. She sucked in a sharp breath as her hands hit roughly cobbled stone and she looked up, hair hanging in her eyes, lopsided from the jarring fall. A number of people had glanced at her, but more were still walking and she pushed herself to her feet once more. Her chiffon was filthy from the dirt and grime of the well walked streets and her hair had fallen every which way. And no sign of the culprit, either. She looked around somewhat sternly, eyes staring down anyone still lingering. "Did anyone happen to see who knocked me down?"
Chrysanthe had gone down to the market early that morning. She had a handful of items that she needed to sell, and then she would buy more supplies with the money that she received. None of the children came along with her today to sell their more modest trinkets. This was to be a quick trip and they would have only slowed her down. Chrysanthe instead had brought some of the nicer lengths of cloth she and the older girls had been weaving, as she knew that she would be able to fetch a good price for them without having to spend a lot of time selling people on their value.
Chrysanthe had managed to sell her fabric with relative ease. She had even gotten a much better price than expected for the woolen cloth. As she walked through the market, Chrysanthe tried to estimate if she had made enough of an excess of money that she might be able to secret away a small bit for her own personal escape fund without Rhode knowing. Chrysanthe’s hopes were dashed when she saw the prices for flour at the usual stalls that she visited, but she didn’t want to give up hope. Chrysanthe wandered deeper into the market searching for a vendor that might be selling flour at a cheaper price. She stopped to browse some vegetables, hoping she might be able to talk someone into selling the bruised produce at a discounted price.
Suddenly, Chrysanthe saw a flash of motion behind her as a man came barreling down the street. Chrysanthe turned to look as he crashed into a woman who had been browsing a nearby stall. The man turned to look back over his shoulder as the woman went down, and in that brief moment, Chrysanthe recognized the man. Lydos had been one of the older boys when she had first come to live with the other children in Rhode’s house. Lydos then turned down one of the side streets and out of sight.
Chrysanthe rushed over to help the woman who had been knocked over. Although Chrysanthe had meant to help the woman up, she had already made it back to her feet. ”Are you alright?” Chrysanthe asked before it had sunk in that the woman had asked a question of her own. ”He ran down that way.” Chrysanthe pointed to the side street where Lydos had disappeared. ”The street just past the cheesemaker over there.” Chrysanthe looked back at the woman still dusting herself off. ”Are you hurt? Do you need me to get anything for you?” Chrysanthe very much doubted they’d be able to catch up with Lydos if he didn’t want to be caught.
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Chrysanthe had gone down to the market early that morning. She had a handful of items that she needed to sell, and then she would buy more supplies with the money that she received. None of the children came along with her today to sell their more modest trinkets. This was to be a quick trip and they would have only slowed her down. Chrysanthe instead had brought some of the nicer lengths of cloth she and the older girls had been weaving, as she knew that she would be able to fetch a good price for them without having to spend a lot of time selling people on their value.
Chrysanthe had managed to sell her fabric with relative ease. She had even gotten a much better price than expected for the woolen cloth. As she walked through the market, Chrysanthe tried to estimate if she had made enough of an excess of money that she might be able to secret away a small bit for her own personal escape fund without Rhode knowing. Chrysanthe’s hopes were dashed when she saw the prices for flour at the usual stalls that she visited, but she didn’t want to give up hope. Chrysanthe wandered deeper into the market searching for a vendor that might be selling flour at a cheaper price. She stopped to browse some vegetables, hoping she might be able to talk someone into selling the bruised produce at a discounted price.
Suddenly, Chrysanthe saw a flash of motion behind her as a man came barreling down the street. Chrysanthe turned to look as he crashed into a woman who had been browsing a nearby stall. The man turned to look back over his shoulder as the woman went down, and in that brief moment, Chrysanthe recognized the man. Lydos had been one of the older boys when she had first come to live with the other children in Rhode’s house. Lydos then turned down one of the side streets and out of sight.
Chrysanthe rushed over to help the woman who had been knocked over. Although Chrysanthe had meant to help the woman up, she had already made it back to her feet. ”Are you alright?” Chrysanthe asked before it had sunk in that the woman had asked a question of her own. ”He ran down that way.” Chrysanthe pointed to the side street where Lydos had disappeared. ”The street just past the cheesemaker over there.” Chrysanthe looked back at the woman still dusting herself off. ”Are you hurt? Do you need me to get anything for you?” Chrysanthe very much doubted they’d be able to catch up with Lydos if he didn’t want to be caught.
Chrysanthe had gone down to the market early that morning. She had a handful of items that she needed to sell, and then she would buy more supplies with the money that she received. None of the children came along with her today to sell their more modest trinkets. This was to be a quick trip and they would have only slowed her down. Chrysanthe instead had brought some of the nicer lengths of cloth she and the older girls had been weaving, as she knew that she would be able to fetch a good price for them without having to spend a lot of time selling people on their value.
Chrysanthe had managed to sell her fabric with relative ease. She had even gotten a much better price than expected for the woolen cloth. As she walked through the market, Chrysanthe tried to estimate if she had made enough of an excess of money that she might be able to secret away a small bit for her own personal escape fund without Rhode knowing. Chrysanthe’s hopes were dashed when she saw the prices for flour at the usual stalls that she visited, but she didn’t want to give up hope. Chrysanthe wandered deeper into the market searching for a vendor that might be selling flour at a cheaper price. She stopped to browse some vegetables, hoping she might be able to talk someone into selling the bruised produce at a discounted price.
Suddenly, Chrysanthe saw a flash of motion behind her as a man came barreling down the street. Chrysanthe turned to look as he crashed into a woman who had been browsing a nearby stall. The man turned to look back over his shoulder as the woman went down, and in that brief moment, Chrysanthe recognized the man. Lydos had been one of the older boys when she had first come to live with the other children in Rhode’s house. Lydos then turned down one of the side streets and out of sight.
Chrysanthe rushed over to help the woman who had been knocked over. Although Chrysanthe had meant to help the woman up, she had already made it back to her feet. ”Are you alright?” Chrysanthe asked before it had sunk in that the woman had asked a question of her own. ”He ran down that way.” Chrysanthe pointed to the side street where Lydos had disappeared. ”The street just past the cheesemaker over there.” Chrysanthe looked back at the woman still dusting herself off. ”Are you hurt? Do you need me to get anything for you?” Chrysanthe very much doubted they’d be able to catch up with Lydos if he didn’t want to be caught.
Nephele stared for a long moment before her gaze flicked to where the lady had pointed. No sign of the disruption one that left her frustrated. There and gone before she'd even looked up, and it was a slim chance of her catching up now. The nerve of him, to be running that recklessly in the streets. She looked back to Chrysanthe and paused for a moment, her mind slow to catch up to what she wanted to say. "There and gone already... He runs fast. Do you think I could catch up to him?" Nephele shook her head and immediately regretted it, the mild thump lurking in the back of her skull magnified in an instant. It pounded like a snare drum and she grimaced, one hand fisted by her side to ground herself. Still, polite conduct ruled and she nodded in the lady's direction.
"Thank you for stopping. And for looking, now that I think of it. Most people didn't look twice." She ducked her head in thanks, one hand out for a handshake, eyes downcast. "I hope I was not too much of an interruption to your day?" The questions that the kind lady had asked her eventually filter through the hazed annoyance and her preoccupation with the vengeful, if silent curses in the guilty parties' direction. She spared her a quick if genuine smile. "Thank you for your concern, though. I-I think it was just a bump to the head and a skinned elbow, I should be..."
She trailed off as she spotted her coin purse, dislodged in the ruckus and stranded forlornly by its lonesome, just under the edge of the stall she had been perusing. She moved to bend down and almost instantly knew it for the mistake it was. Her vision flickered and she stumbled, caught and propped up by one arm on the stall's counter. One knee landed in the dirt and she groaned quietly at the jar to her already swimming head. "...Is it too late to rescind my previous statement?"
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Nephele stared for a long moment before her gaze flicked to where the lady had pointed. No sign of the disruption one that left her frustrated. There and gone before she'd even looked up, and it was a slim chance of her catching up now. The nerve of him, to be running that recklessly in the streets. She looked back to Chrysanthe and paused for a moment, her mind slow to catch up to what she wanted to say. "There and gone already... He runs fast. Do you think I could catch up to him?" Nephele shook her head and immediately regretted it, the mild thump lurking in the back of her skull magnified in an instant. It pounded like a snare drum and she grimaced, one hand fisted by her side to ground herself. Still, polite conduct ruled and she nodded in the lady's direction.
"Thank you for stopping. And for looking, now that I think of it. Most people didn't look twice." She ducked her head in thanks, one hand out for a handshake, eyes downcast. "I hope I was not too much of an interruption to your day?" The questions that the kind lady had asked her eventually filter through the hazed annoyance and her preoccupation with the vengeful, if silent curses in the guilty parties' direction. She spared her a quick if genuine smile. "Thank you for your concern, though. I-I think it was just a bump to the head and a skinned elbow, I should be..."
She trailed off as she spotted her coin purse, dislodged in the ruckus and stranded forlornly by its lonesome, just under the edge of the stall she had been perusing. She moved to bend down and almost instantly knew it for the mistake it was. Her vision flickered and she stumbled, caught and propped up by one arm on the stall's counter. One knee landed in the dirt and she groaned quietly at the jar to her already swimming head. "...Is it too late to rescind my previous statement?"
Nephele stared for a long moment before her gaze flicked to where the lady had pointed. No sign of the disruption one that left her frustrated. There and gone before she'd even looked up, and it was a slim chance of her catching up now. The nerve of him, to be running that recklessly in the streets. She looked back to Chrysanthe and paused for a moment, her mind slow to catch up to what she wanted to say. "There and gone already... He runs fast. Do you think I could catch up to him?" Nephele shook her head and immediately regretted it, the mild thump lurking in the back of her skull magnified in an instant. It pounded like a snare drum and she grimaced, one hand fisted by her side to ground herself. Still, polite conduct ruled and she nodded in the lady's direction.
"Thank you for stopping. And for looking, now that I think of it. Most people didn't look twice." She ducked her head in thanks, one hand out for a handshake, eyes downcast. "I hope I was not too much of an interruption to your day?" The questions that the kind lady had asked her eventually filter through the hazed annoyance and her preoccupation with the vengeful, if silent curses in the guilty parties' direction. She spared her a quick if genuine smile. "Thank you for your concern, though. I-I think it was just a bump to the head and a skinned elbow, I should be..."
She trailed off as she spotted her coin purse, dislodged in the ruckus and stranded forlornly by its lonesome, just under the edge of the stall she had been perusing. She moved to bend down and almost instantly knew it for the mistake it was. Her vision flickered and she stumbled, caught and propped up by one arm on the stall's counter. One knee landed in the dirt and she groaned quietly at the jar to her already swimming head. "...Is it too late to rescind my previous statement?"
Chrysanthe looked back in the direction Lydos had disappeared, wondering what could have caused him to race down the street that quickly. She pushed that thought aside as she looked back at Nephele in front of her, looking worse for the wear. ”No I don’t think we’ll be able to catch him, he was going pretty fast.” Chrysanthe didn’t mention that as a child he’d been one of the faster of the boys. It didn’t seem like her knowledge of the man would be able to do anything to help in this situation. Besides, the woman didn’t seem to be looking to well and her expression turned to one of concern.
”There’s no need to thank me. I was only doing the right thing,”Chrysanthe flashed a genuine smile in her direction, she didn’t feel like she needed any special praise just for helping where it was needed. Chrysanthe looked around at the others in the street. She couldn’t believe how fast everything had returned to business as usual. No one was even looking in their direction anymore. She knew that she shouldn’t be surprised by how inconsiderate people could be, she did deal with shoppers most days. Still, it was shocking that no one else had even seemed to notice the disruption.
With the woman’s reassurance that she was feeling alright and didn’t need any further assistance Chrysanthe was about to turn to leave when the woman suddenly went down, catching herself on the stall and her knee. Chrysanthe rushed over looking concerned. She smiled at the woman’s statement. ”Of course not.” Chrysanthe followed the woman’s line of sight and saw the woman’s purse lying in the dirt near her knee. ”Here let me get that for you.” Chrysanthe bent over to retrieve the bag and handed it over. Then she wrapped her arm around the woman under her shoulder to help suport her. ”Here, let’s get you home. Though you’ll have to tell me where that is.” Chrysanthe helped the woman to her feet, and started walking her slowly to a quieter part of the street, out of the way of the traffic. “I’m Chrysanthe, by the way.”
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Chrysanthe looked back in the direction Lydos had disappeared, wondering what could have caused him to race down the street that quickly. She pushed that thought aside as she looked back at Nephele in front of her, looking worse for the wear. ”No I don’t think we’ll be able to catch him, he was going pretty fast.” Chrysanthe didn’t mention that as a child he’d been one of the faster of the boys. It didn’t seem like her knowledge of the man would be able to do anything to help in this situation. Besides, the woman didn’t seem to be looking to well and her expression turned to one of concern.
”There’s no need to thank me. I was only doing the right thing,”Chrysanthe flashed a genuine smile in her direction, she didn’t feel like she needed any special praise just for helping where it was needed. Chrysanthe looked around at the others in the street. She couldn’t believe how fast everything had returned to business as usual. No one was even looking in their direction anymore. She knew that she shouldn’t be surprised by how inconsiderate people could be, she did deal with shoppers most days. Still, it was shocking that no one else had even seemed to notice the disruption.
With the woman’s reassurance that she was feeling alright and didn’t need any further assistance Chrysanthe was about to turn to leave when the woman suddenly went down, catching herself on the stall and her knee. Chrysanthe rushed over looking concerned. She smiled at the woman’s statement. ”Of course not.” Chrysanthe followed the woman’s line of sight and saw the woman’s purse lying in the dirt near her knee. ”Here let me get that for you.” Chrysanthe bent over to retrieve the bag and handed it over. Then she wrapped her arm around the woman under her shoulder to help suport her. ”Here, let’s get you home. Though you’ll have to tell me where that is.” Chrysanthe helped the woman to her feet, and started walking her slowly to a quieter part of the street, out of the way of the traffic. “I’m Chrysanthe, by the way.”
Chrysanthe looked back in the direction Lydos had disappeared, wondering what could have caused him to race down the street that quickly. She pushed that thought aside as she looked back at Nephele in front of her, looking worse for the wear. ”No I don’t think we’ll be able to catch him, he was going pretty fast.” Chrysanthe didn’t mention that as a child he’d been one of the faster of the boys. It didn’t seem like her knowledge of the man would be able to do anything to help in this situation. Besides, the woman didn’t seem to be looking to well and her expression turned to one of concern.
”There’s no need to thank me. I was only doing the right thing,”Chrysanthe flashed a genuine smile in her direction, she didn’t feel like she needed any special praise just for helping where it was needed. Chrysanthe looked around at the others in the street. She couldn’t believe how fast everything had returned to business as usual. No one was even looking in their direction anymore. She knew that she shouldn’t be surprised by how inconsiderate people could be, she did deal with shoppers most days. Still, it was shocking that no one else had even seemed to notice the disruption.
With the woman’s reassurance that she was feeling alright and didn’t need any further assistance Chrysanthe was about to turn to leave when the woman suddenly went down, catching herself on the stall and her knee. Chrysanthe rushed over looking concerned. She smiled at the woman’s statement. ”Of course not.” Chrysanthe followed the woman’s line of sight and saw the woman’s purse lying in the dirt near her knee. ”Here let me get that for you.” Chrysanthe bent over to retrieve the bag and handed it over. Then she wrapped her arm around the woman under her shoulder to help suport her. ”Here, let’s get you home. Though you’ll have to tell me where that is.” Chrysanthe helped the woman to her feet, and started walking her slowly to a quieter part of the street, out of the way of the traffic. “I’m Chrysanthe, by the way.”
Nephele was keenly aware of the lady as she bent down next to her, almost abnormally so. Something about her words rang in her head and they seemed magnified by the lack of any outside sounds. A faint ring and the fair skin of the only one to help her were all that registered, and Nephele fumbled a little as Chrysanthe delivered the purse back to her. Thin fingers blanched under the grounding grip and she breathed out slow and sure, hopeful that it would kill the spin and tilt to her vision.
The long pause was jarred apart by the proffered shoulder, a surprise to Nephele. It took her a moment before she reacted, a numb nod and a pat on the shoulder. The help to her feet was much appreciated, and the stable point to work with was more so. Any wobble to her balance was forestalled by Chrysanthe's help and she gave the other a shaky but grateful smile. "Thank you, really. I appreciate it. Just on the side street. Direct north of here."
She pointed vaguely to the north, the path back to her parents' home in the city in one of the nicer areas of the city. Getting through the crowd looked daunting with the tenacious dizziness that clung to her and she spared another silent thank you to the kind woman who had seen fit to help her. "...Nephele. Is there anything I can do for you to repay this kindness to me?" She followed Chryanthe's lead as the made their way through the milling and dense crowd that thronged in the square and Nephele gives her a inquisitive look. It wouldn't be right to not repay the kindness. There were so few Good Samaritans in the world, and she could do no less than encourage it, especially one that had helped her personally.
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Nephele was keenly aware of the lady as she bent down next to her, almost abnormally so. Something about her words rang in her head and they seemed magnified by the lack of any outside sounds. A faint ring and the fair skin of the only one to help her were all that registered, and Nephele fumbled a little as Chrysanthe delivered the purse back to her. Thin fingers blanched under the grounding grip and she breathed out slow and sure, hopeful that it would kill the spin and tilt to her vision.
The long pause was jarred apart by the proffered shoulder, a surprise to Nephele. It took her a moment before she reacted, a numb nod and a pat on the shoulder. The help to her feet was much appreciated, and the stable point to work with was more so. Any wobble to her balance was forestalled by Chrysanthe's help and she gave the other a shaky but grateful smile. "Thank you, really. I appreciate it. Just on the side street. Direct north of here."
She pointed vaguely to the north, the path back to her parents' home in the city in one of the nicer areas of the city. Getting through the crowd looked daunting with the tenacious dizziness that clung to her and she spared another silent thank you to the kind woman who had seen fit to help her. "...Nephele. Is there anything I can do for you to repay this kindness to me?" She followed Chryanthe's lead as the made their way through the milling and dense crowd that thronged in the square and Nephele gives her a inquisitive look. It wouldn't be right to not repay the kindness. There were so few Good Samaritans in the world, and she could do no less than encourage it, especially one that had helped her personally.
Nephele was keenly aware of the lady as she bent down next to her, almost abnormally so. Something about her words rang in her head and they seemed magnified by the lack of any outside sounds. A faint ring and the fair skin of the only one to help her were all that registered, and Nephele fumbled a little as Chrysanthe delivered the purse back to her. Thin fingers blanched under the grounding grip and she breathed out slow and sure, hopeful that it would kill the spin and tilt to her vision.
The long pause was jarred apart by the proffered shoulder, a surprise to Nephele. It took her a moment before she reacted, a numb nod and a pat on the shoulder. The help to her feet was much appreciated, and the stable point to work with was more so. Any wobble to her balance was forestalled by Chrysanthe's help and she gave the other a shaky but grateful smile. "Thank you, really. I appreciate it. Just on the side street. Direct north of here."
She pointed vaguely to the north, the path back to her parents' home in the city in one of the nicer areas of the city. Getting through the crowd looked daunting with the tenacious dizziness that clung to her and she spared another silent thank you to the kind woman who had seen fit to help her. "...Nephele. Is there anything I can do for you to repay this kindness to me?" She followed Chryanthe's lead as the made their way through the milling and dense crowd that thronged in the square and Nephele gives her a inquisitive look. It wouldn't be right to not repay the kindness. There were so few Good Samaritans in the world, and she could do no less than encourage it, especially one that had helped her personally.
Chrysanthe led Nephele through the dense market crowds supporting the woman. It was starting to worry her how much the woman seemed to be swaying on her feet, and Chrysanthe adjusted the position of her arm to better support her weight so that she wouldn’t trip over her own feet. The woman told her to head northward within the city, and Chrysanthe paused for a moment to try to orient herself by the cardinal directions, before realizing that all she really needed to do was follow the direction the woman had pointed. Nephele seemed to be leading them towards a section of the city that Chrysanthe didn’t normally visit, a nicer area where she would only stick out like a sore thumb. At least helping Nephele, she looked like she might belong as a servant.
Chrysanthe was surprised by the woman’s offer to repay her. Without thinking, Chrysanthe refused the offer of repayment ”No, I was only helping out someone in need.” After all, she hadn’t expected anything out of the offer. But almost instantly, Chrysanthe was kicking herself for her hasty words. After all, even setting aside the sum of money she was trying to save up for herself, she could always use more money to help keep the children fed or clothed. Still, it seemed rude to bring that up now, after she had already denied that she needed any recompense for her actions.
As the two continued away from the market, the unsteadiness of Nephele was beginning to worry Chrysanthe. It seemed like perhaps this wasn’t a simple fall after all, and there might have been a greater injury done to the woman. ”Are you sure you’re alright? Chrysanthe asked tentatively, not sure whether or not it was her place to offer a suggestion. ”I know of a healer nearby. Perhaps you would be better off in his care?” Chrysanthe had known Erastus for many years. He had always had a soft spot for the kids and she could always count on him to treat a sick kid, even if they had little to trade for his services. His practice was only a few streets away from where they both were.
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Chrysanthe led Nephele through the dense market crowds supporting the woman. It was starting to worry her how much the woman seemed to be swaying on her feet, and Chrysanthe adjusted the position of her arm to better support her weight so that she wouldn’t trip over her own feet. The woman told her to head northward within the city, and Chrysanthe paused for a moment to try to orient herself by the cardinal directions, before realizing that all she really needed to do was follow the direction the woman had pointed. Nephele seemed to be leading them towards a section of the city that Chrysanthe didn’t normally visit, a nicer area where she would only stick out like a sore thumb. At least helping Nephele, she looked like she might belong as a servant.
Chrysanthe was surprised by the woman’s offer to repay her. Without thinking, Chrysanthe refused the offer of repayment ”No, I was only helping out someone in need.” After all, she hadn’t expected anything out of the offer. But almost instantly, Chrysanthe was kicking herself for her hasty words. After all, even setting aside the sum of money she was trying to save up for herself, she could always use more money to help keep the children fed or clothed. Still, it seemed rude to bring that up now, after she had already denied that she needed any recompense for her actions.
As the two continued away from the market, the unsteadiness of Nephele was beginning to worry Chrysanthe. It seemed like perhaps this wasn’t a simple fall after all, and there might have been a greater injury done to the woman. ”Are you sure you’re alright? Chrysanthe asked tentatively, not sure whether or not it was her place to offer a suggestion. ”I know of a healer nearby. Perhaps you would be better off in his care?” Chrysanthe had known Erastus for many years. He had always had a soft spot for the kids and she could always count on him to treat a sick kid, even if they had little to trade for his services. His practice was only a few streets away from where they both were.
Chrysanthe led Nephele through the dense market crowds supporting the woman. It was starting to worry her how much the woman seemed to be swaying on her feet, and Chrysanthe adjusted the position of her arm to better support her weight so that she wouldn’t trip over her own feet. The woman told her to head northward within the city, and Chrysanthe paused for a moment to try to orient herself by the cardinal directions, before realizing that all she really needed to do was follow the direction the woman had pointed. Nephele seemed to be leading them towards a section of the city that Chrysanthe didn’t normally visit, a nicer area where she would only stick out like a sore thumb. At least helping Nephele, she looked like she might belong as a servant.
Chrysanthe was surprised by the woman’s offer to repay her. Without thinking, Chrysanthe refused the offer of repayment ”No, I was only helping out someone in need.” After all, she hadn’t expected anything out of the offer. But almost instantly, Chrysanthe was kicking herself for her hasty words. After all, even setting aside the sum of money she was trying to save up for herself, she could always use more money to help keep the children fed or clothed. Still, it seemed rude to bring that up now, after she had already denied that she needed any recompense for her actions.
As the two continued away from the market, the unsteadiness of Nephele was beginning to worry Chrysanthe. It seemed like perhaps this wasn’t a simple fall after all, and there might have been a greater injury done to the woman. ”Are you sure you’re alright? Chrysanthe asked tentatively, not sure whether or not it was her place to offer a suggestion. ”I know of a healer nearby. Perhaps you would be better off in his care?” Chrysanthe had known Erastus for many years. He had always had a soft spot for the kids and she could always count on him to treat a sick kid, even if they had little to trade for his services. His practice was only a few streets away from where they both were.
Nephele gave Chrysanthe a concerned look at the automatic refusal. It honestly dseemed more like a knee jerk reaction than a genuine objection, and Nephele found her urge to pay her back for her generosity stronger than before. She fumbled for her coinpurse for a moment before her fingers grabbed what felt like a suitable amount. "No, really. You didn't have to, and it wouldn't be right to not repay you." She pressed the coins into the kind lady's palm and curled the other's fingers over insistently. "Please."
There's a flicker of doubt at the kind woman's suggestion, the idea it might be something to worry over one that she didn't want to consider. But ignoring it entirely would be a foolish idea, on the other hand, and Nephele was not inclined to falling into that sort of pitfall. Still, she had more things to attend to today, and she didn't need the worry that would arise if she had to tell her mother she went to a healer, justified or not. "You might not be wrong. I think I will go home and take a rest, and if it still hurts, I will take your advice. For now though, I really do need to be getting home, and I am sure you have better things to be doing as well. I do appreciate the help, though."
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Nephele gave Chrysanthe a concerned look at the automatic refusal. It honestly dseemed more like a knee jerk reaction than a genuine objection, and Nephele found her urge to pay her back for her generosity stronger than before. She fumbled for her coinpurse for a moment before her fingers grabbed what felt like a suitable amount. "No, really. You didn't have to, and it wouldn't be right to not repay you." She pressed the coins into the kind lady's palm and curled the other's fingers over insistently. "Please."
There's a flicker of doubt at the kind woman's suggestion, the idea it might be something to worry over one that she didn't want to consider. But ignoring it entirely would be a foolish idea, on the other hand, and Nephele was not inclined to falling into that sort of pitfall. Still, she had more things to attend to today, and she didn't need the worry that would arise if she had to tell her mother she went to a healer, justified or not. "You might not be wrong. I think I will go home and take a rest, and if it still hurts, I will take your advice. For now though, I really do need to be getting home, and I am sure you have better things to be doing as well. I do appreciate the help, though."
Nephele gave Chrysanthe a concerned look at the automatic refusal. It honestly dseemed more like a knee jerk reaction than a genuine objection, and Nephele found her urge to pay her back for her generosity stronger than before. She fumbled for her coinpurse for a moment before her fingers grabbed what felt like a suitable amount. "No, really. You didn't have to, and it wouldn't be right to not repay you." She pressed the coins into the kind lady's palm and curled the other's fingers over insistently. "Please."
There's a flicker of doubt at the kind woman's suggestion, the idea it might be something to worry over one that she didn't want to consider. But ignoring it entirely would be a foolish idea, on the other hand, and Nephele was not inclined to falling into that sort of pitfall. Still, she had more things to attend to today, and she didn't need the worry that would arise if she had to tell her mother she went to a healer, justified or not. "You might not be wrong. I think I will go home and take a rest, and if it still hurts, I will take your advice. For now though, I really do need to be getting home, and I am sure you have better things to be doing as well. I do appreciate the help, though."
Chrysanthe felt bad taking the woman’s money. She hadn’t given her help with the intention of any gain in return. Furthermore, she wasn’t sure how well the woman would be able to get home on her own. Still, there wasn’t much Chrysanthe could do if the woman didn’t want her help any further. Chrysanthe took the coins that had been thrust into her hand and stowed them quickly away in her bag. The coins certainly were welcome, she had been trying to save up what money she could, but it never seemed to amount to much at the end of the day. She always seemed to end up using what little money she could save up for some sudden need or another of one of the children.
Chrysanthe wasn’t happy when the woman insisted that she should go home and rest on her own, but there wasn’t much Chrysanthe could do to convince her otherwise. ”Are you absolutely sure? I could help you home at least?” But the woman didn’t seem convinced. And she was right, Chrysanthe had her own chores that she had to attend to. She had some woven cloth that she had to sell, and then she had to buy a week’s worth of food with that money. Maybe these few coins that she had just received would be able to purchase a bit of meat or at the very least a leftover bone that could be boiled into broth. And just like that Chrysanthe had already mentally allocated the money that she had just been given.
Chrysanthe watched as Nephele walked down the street, away from her, making sure that she was well enough to walk on her own. But the woman seemed to be doing better than she had only a few moments before. Chrysanthe watched until Nephele turned the corner out of view. At that point, there was nothing more she could do.
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Chrysanthe felt bad taking the woman’s money. She hadn’t given her help with the intention of any gain in return. Furthermore, she wasn’t sure how well the woman would be able to get home on her own. Still, there wasn’t much Chrysanthe could do if the woman didn’t want her help any further. Chrysanthe took the coins that had been thrust into her hand and stowed them quickly away in her bag. The coins certainly were welcome, she had been trying to save up what money she could, but it never seemed to amount to much at the end of the day. She always seemed to end up using what little money she could save up for some sudden need or another of one of the children.
Chrysanthe wasn’t happy when the woman insisted that she should go home and rest on her own, but there wasn’t much Chrysanthe could do to convince her otherwise. ”Are you absolutely sure? I could help you home at least?” But the woman didn’t seem convinced. And she was right, Chrysanthe had her own chores that she had to attend to. She had some woven cloth that she had to sell, and then she had to buy a week’s worth of food with that money. Maybe these few coins that she had just received would be able to purchase a bit of meat or at the very least a leftover bone that could be boiled into broth. And just like that Chrysanthe had already mentally allocated the money that she had just been given.
Chrysanthe watched as Nephele walked down the street, away from her, making sure that she was well enough to walk on her own. But the woman seemed to be doing better than she had only a few moments before. Chrysanthe watched until Nephele turned the corner out of view. At that point, there was nothing more she could do.
Chrysanthe felt bad taking the woman’s money. She hadn’t given her help with the intention of any gain in return. Furthermore, she wasn’t sure how well the woman would be able to get home on her own. Still, there wasn’t much Chrysanthe could do if the woman didn’t want her help any further. Chrysanthe took the coins that had been thrust into her hand and stowed them quickly away in her bag. The coins certainly were welcome, she had been trying to save up what money she could, but it never seemed to amount to much at the end of the day. She always seemed to end up using what little money she could save up for some sudden need or another of one of the children.
Chrysanthe wasn’t happy when the woman insisted that she should go home and rest on her own, but there wasn’t much Chrysanthe could do to convince her otherwise. ”Are you absolutely sure? I could help you home at least?” But the woman didn’t seem convinced. And she was right, Chrysanthe had her own chores that she had to attend to. She had some woven cloth that she had to sell, and then she had to buy a week’s worth of food with that money. Maybe these few coins that she had just received would be able to purchase a bit of meat or at the very least a leftover bone that could be boiled into broth. And just like that Chrysanthe had already mentally allocated the money that she had just been given.
Chrysanthe watched as Nephele walked down the street, away from her, making sure that she was well enough to walk on her own. But the woman seemed to be doing better than she had only a few moments before. Chrysanthe watched until Nephele turned the corner out of view. At that point, there was nothing more she could do.
