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Neena laughed from her spot where she downed more of her drink during the young woman's flirting with Hesi. As much as she was as fun-loving and free-wheeling as her friend, she had no intention of sitting listening to gushy, attractive nonsense between the two of them that only served to get the other into the nearest bed. She simply rolled her eyes and slung back her drink.
When the pretty Egyptian commented on how she must have a hard time hanging about Hesiodos in case the need to turn salacious over powered her, Neena laughed out loud.
"Only because I know where his hands have been!" She countered, pulling a face at Hesi as she did so, her nose wrinkling and her tongue stuck out.
She then rolled her eyes as the two continued with their flirty word play.
When the girl commented on Greek men being particularly attractive Neena grinned over the rim of her cup.
"I was under the impression Egyptians disliked those who came from anywhere by the Pharaoh's lands." She offered, in a friendly tone layered over a serious topic. She then twisted it so that the mood wouldn't be killed. "Plus, you only like Greeks because you haven't tried a Bedoan..." Her dark eyes flashed with memories of loves no longer here to defend themselves.
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Neena laughed from her spot where she downed more of her drink during the young woman's flirting with Hesi. As much as she was as fun-loving and free-wheeling as her friend, she had no intention of sitting listening to gushy, attractive nonsense between the two of them that only served to get the other into the nearest bed. She simply rolled her eyes and slung back her drink.
When the pretty Egyptian commented on how she must have a hard time hanging about Hesiodos in case the need to turn salacious over powered her, Neena laughed out loud.
"Only because I know where his hands have been!" She countered, pulling a face at Hesi as she did so, her nose wrinkling and her tongue stuck out.
She then rolled her eyes as the two continued with their flirty word play.
When the girl commented on Greek men being particularly attractive Neena grinned over the rim of her cup.
"I was under the impression Egyptians disliked those who came from anywhere by the Pharaoh's lands." She offered, in a friendly tone layered over a serious topic. She then twisted it so that the mood wouldn't be killed. "Plus, you only like Greeks because you haven't tried a Bedoan..." Her dark eyes flashed with memories of loves no longer here to defend themselves.
Neena laughed from her spot where she downed more of her drink during the young woman's flirting with Hesi. As much as she was as fun-loving and free-wheeling as her friend, she had no intention of sitting listening to gushy, attractive nonsense between the two of them that only served to get the other into the nearest bed. She simply rolled her eyes and slung back her drink.
When the pretty Egyptian commented on how she must have a hard time hanging about Hesiodos in case the need to turn salacious over powered her, Neena laughed out loud.
"Only because I know where his hands have been!" She countered, pulling a face at Hesi as she did so, her nose wrinkling and her tongue stuck out.
She then rolled her eyes as the two continued with their flirty word play.
When the girl commented on Greek men being particularly attractive Neena grinned over the rim of her cup.
"I was under the impression Egyptians disliked those who came from anywhere by the Pharaoh's lands." She offered, in a friendly tone layered over a serious topic. She then twisted it so that the mood wouldn't be killed. "Plus, you only like Greeks because you haven't tried a Bedoan..." Her dark eyes flashed with memories of loves no longer here to defend themselves.
The kiss was the kind Hesiodos absolutely loved – passionate, full of desire from both parties, and with little to no restrain. A kiss that only told them that the only logical and appropriate place to continue was a bedroom. He was almost sorry that they had to part lips, but when they did so, he licked his own. She tasted of what she drank and what she smoked, alongside something else that he couldn’t quite place, but absolutely loved.
He chuckled, “I’m truly hoping so! But you will see that my silver tongue is good at more than talking and kissing…”, he said slyly. His loins were aching with desire for her, and if it weren’t for the fact that he was sitting, it would have been obvious that he was clearly aroused. The drink and the opium relaxed his body, but he still feel the ardor for her.
This woman was witty, and flirty and open about her desires, and with experience. A woman after his own heart. When he turned to Neena, he stuck his tongue again and laughed, “In the best of places, darling! In the best of places…”, he said with a snigger, back to his beer.
At Neena’s remark, he leaned back on his chair and smiled gently, “Ahh… Greeks, Egyptians, Bedoans, Judeans, barbarians… everyone has something to offer and give, and everyone speaks the same language in bed, although with different dialects. I’m quite glad to have ‘spoken’ to so many people…”, he said dreamily, his mind clearly somewhere else.
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The kiss was the kind Hesiodos absolutely loved – passionate, full of desire from both parties, and with little to no restrain. A kiss that only told them that the only logical and appropriate place to continue was a bedroom. He was almost sorry that they had to part lips, but when they did so, he licked his own. She tasted of what she drank and what she smoked, alongside something else that he couldn’t quite place, but absolutely loved.
He chuckled, “I’m truly hoping so! But you will see that my silver tongue is good at more than talking and kissing…”, he said slyly. His loins were aching with desire for her, and if it weren’t for the fact that he was sitting, it would have been obvious that he was clearly aroused. The drink and the opium relaxed his body, but he still feel the ardor for her.
This woman was witty, and flirty and open about her desires, and with experience. A woman after his own heart. When he turned to Neena, he stuck his tongue again and laughed, “In the best of places, darling! In the best of places…”, he said with a snigger, back to his beer.
At Neena’s remark, he leaned back on his chair and smiled gently, “Ahh… Greeks, Egyptians, Bedoans, Judeans, barbarians… everyone has something to offer and give, and everyone speaks the same language in bed, although with different dialects. I’m quite glad to have ‘spoken’ to so many people…”, he said dreamily, his mind clearly somewhere else.
The kiss was the kind Hesiodos absolutely loved – passionate, full of desire from both parties, and with little to no restrain. A kiss that only told them that the only logical and appropriate place to continue was a bedroom. He was almost sorry that they had to part lips, but when they did so, he licked his own. She tasted of what she drank and what she smoked, alongside something else that he couldn’t quite place, but absolutely loved.
He chuckled, “I’m truly hoping so! But you will see that my silver tongue is good at more than talking and kissing…”, he said slyly. His loins were aching with desire for her, and if it weren’t for the fact that he was sitting, it would have been obvious that he was clearly aroused. The drink and the opium relaxed his body, but he still feel the ardor for her.
This woman was witty, and flirty and open about her desires, and with experience. A woman after his own heart. When he turned to Neena, he stuck his tongue again and laughed, “In the best of places, darling! In the best of places…”, he said with a snigger, back to his beer.
At Neena’s remark, he leaned back on his chair and smiled gently, “Ahh… Greeks, Egyptians, Bedoans, Judeans, barbarians… everyone has something to offer and give, and everyone speaks the same language in bed, although with different dialects. I’m quite glad to have ‘spoken’ to so many people…”, he said dreamily, his mind clearly somewhere else.
“Perhaps many Egyptians are like that, but not me,” Nia responded to Neena’s comment, her voice light and cheerful while sensing a little tension beneath what the woman said. She knew her countrymen could often be rather… inhospitable to outsiders, but she liked to think she was not like that. The young noblewoman typically got along with all types, regardless of where they were from or what they looked like, and tended to make friends easily, even across social classes.
Any tension she might have felt was smoothed over in Neena’s next comment, though, Nia grinning broadly in response. “Now, who says I haven’t tried a Bedoan?” she teased with a wink, drawing herself up in a mocking show of indignation. “I am quite a well-versed lover, I’ll have you know. I’ve had men from Egypt, from Greece, from lands whose names I couldn’t even pronounce!” Her grin deepened, eyes twinkling with mirth. “They all have their merits, my new friend. It’s hard to pick just one.”
Laughing at her own silly jests, she nudged Hesiodos when he said much the same. “See? Our lovely bard here understands. It never hurts to keep an… open mind.”
Taking another swallow from her nearly empty tankard of ale, she looked over at Neena again, the woman leaning forward when a sparkle at her throat caught Nia’s eye. She looked a little closer, the interest clear on her face while she inspected what appeared to be a necklace of twisted gold spilling forth from under Neena’s collar. She nearly reached out to grasp at it for a closer look before she caught herself, quickly realizing her motives might be misconstrued.
Tucking her hands back into her lap before they could get her into any trouble, she turned her attention away from the jewelry and back to Neena’s face. “That’s a lovely necklace you’re wearing,” she commented with a smile. “Do you mind if I ask where you got it?”
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“Perhaps many Egyptians are like that, but not me,” Nia responded to Neena’s comment, her voice light and cheerful while sensing a little tension beneath what the woman said. She knew her countrymen could often be rather… inhospitable to outsiders, but she liked to think she was not like that. The young noblewoman typically got along with all types, regardless of where they were from or what they looked like, and tended to make friends easily, even across social classes.
Any tension she might have felt was smoothed over in Neena’s next comment, though, Nia grinning broadly in response. “Now, who says I haven’t tried a Bedoan?” she teased with a wink, drawing herself up in a mocking show of indignation. “I am quite a well-versed lover, I’ll have you know. I’ve had men from Egypt, from Greece, from lands whose names I couldn’t even pronounce!” Her grin deepened, eyes twinkling with mirth. “They all have their merits, my new friend. It’s hard to pick just one.”
Laughing at her own silly jests, she nudged Hesiodos when he said much the same. “See? Our lovely bard here understands. It never hurts to keep an… open mind.”
Taking another swallow from her nearly empty tankard of ale, she looked over at Neena again, the woman leaning forward when a sparkle at her throat caught Nia’s eye. She looked a little closer, the interest clear on her face while she inspected what appeared to be a necklace of twisted gold spilling forth from under Neena’s collar. She nearly reached out to grasp at it for a closer look before she caught herself, quickly realizing her motives might be misconstrued.
Tucking her hands back into her lap before they could get her into any trouble, she turned her attention away from the jewelry and back to Neena’s face. “That’s a lovely necklace you’re wearing,” she commented with a smile. “Do you mind if I ask where you got it?”
“Perhaps many Egyptians are like that, but not me,” Nia responded to Neena’s comment, her voice light and cheerful while sensing a little tension beneath what the woman said. She knew her countrymen could often be rather… inhospitable to outsiders, but she liked to think she was not like that. The young noblewoman typically got along with all types, regardless of where they were from or what they looked like, and tended to make friends easily, even across social classes.
Any tension she might have felt was smoothed over in Neena’s next comment, though, Nia grinning broadly in response. “Now, who says I haven’t tried a Bedoan?” she teased with a wink, drawing herself up in a mocking show of indignation. “I am quite a well-versed lover, I’ll have you know. I’ve had men from Egypt, from Greece, from lands whose names I couldn’t even pronounce!” Her grin deepened, eyes twinkling with mirth. “They all have their merits, my new friend. It’s hard to pick just one.”
Laughing at her own silly jests, she nudged Hesiodos when he said much the same. “See? Our lovely bard here understands. It never hurts to keep an… open mind.”
Taking another swallow from her nearly empty tankard of ale, she looked over at Neena again, the woman leaning forward when a sparkle at her throat caught Nia’s eye. She looked a little closer, the interest clear on her face while she inspected what appeared to be a necklace of twisted gold spilling forth from under Neena’s collar. She nearly reached out to grasp at it for a closer look before she caught herself, quickly realizing her motives might be misconstrued.
Tucking her hands back into her lap before they could get her into any trouble, she turned her attention away from the jewelry and back to Neena’s face. “That’s a lovely necklace you’re wearing,” she commented with a smile. “Do you mind if I ask where you got it?”
Neena sniggered along with the other two as they joked back and forth about their lovers. She, herself, occupied a strange sort of no-man's land in her own sexual experiences. Whilst she had only been to bed to two people in her life at this stage, and might have been considered chaste by many people's standards, those two had been of different sexes and had been creative and sensual in their sexual exploits, making her one of the more knowledgeable of sex and desire than those she met. A bizarre combination of limited lovers and wildly varied experience.
Yet, this was not something she either wished to allow her thoughts to linger on, nor share with the others - even Hesi. The man was her best friend, but there were some things that were just too tender to speak upon regardless of the closeness you felt for the person on the other side of the table, drinking merrily with you. And it was not yet long enough for Neena to have put aside her heartbreak over the loss of her husband and lover.
But the Fates, or the Ancestors or whomever else people prayed to when it came to destiny, seemed to have seen right inside of her head and draw out the circumstances that she least wanted attention to. Inspiring the Egyptian woman with a curiosity that was innocent and open, Neena was left to confront the reality of her past and loss there and then, when she pointed out the necklace around her throat.
For a moment, Neena didn't even realise what Nia was gesturing to and talking of. The necklace had been something that she had worn about her neck, night and day, beneath her clothes, for so long that it now felt like part of her skin. Warm like her own body and no longer noticed when it swung against her neck or chest, Neena had to blink and her lips parted on a query that never came as she instinctively attempted to look down at what the Egyptian was talking about.
Then, as if an iron fist had suddenly come around her heart, Neena's fingertips pressed to the necklace that had started to come loose from her tunic. The item was delicate and thin but it was also entwined, with three different colours of colour, wound together into a twist that looped around her neck and hung as low as her cleavage beneath her tunic. It had been a gift from Hasani. Three strands of gold for three different loves that they all laid just a little bit of claim to.
Thinking of his name for the first time in a several months had Neena's expression turn a little forced. She smiled, but the joy was not there, and her eyes shone but with emotion over jest. A woman permanently optimistic and joyful and genuine to herself and her intentions, made Neena a bad actress. She could dance, she could lie, she could perform - when she was given a script or when she was lying over something altogether fantastical; constructing something out of nothing. When she was required to hide something real with something false? It just didn't ring true and she had not the strength to hold the mask in place over her feelings.
"Someone dear to me." She managed to say with a smile that, to a stranger, probably looked believable enough. "He gave it to me."
Then, in an effort to extract herself, Neena waved her hand as if to fan herself, her cheery tone coming back into play, a little exaggerated than it had been before...
"Whoo it is hot in here. I will just quickly excuse myself to the street and some fresh air." She then flapped her hands between them as she uncurled herself from the table top. "You guys continue with what you were doing. I wouldn't want to douse the flames..."
And she quickly hopped down from the surface of the table, saluted to Nia in a smiling farewell of thanks for the opium pipe and the drink and company, and then started to make her way from the room, feeling heat rise in her chest and neck and the absurd desire to cry pounding in her temples.
Damnit, but she had made her decision and was happy with her life. She was not to be brought down to such depths of sorrow when there was so much in the world to be thankful for. The words rang in her head with determination as she stepped out into the cool night air...
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Neena sniggered along with the other two as they joked back and forth about their lovers. She, herself, occupied a strange sort of no-man's land in her own sexual experiences. Whilst she had only been to bed to two people in her life at this stage, and might have been considered chaste by many people's standards, those two had been of different sexes and had been creative and sensual in their sexual exploits, making her one of the more knowledgeable of sex and desire than those she met. A bizarre combination of limited lovers and wildly varied experience.
Yet, this was not something she either wished to allow her thoughts to linger on, nor share with the others - even Hesi. The man was her best friend, but there were some things that were just too tender to speak upon regardless of the closeness you felt for the person on the other side of the table, drinking merrily with you. And it was not yet long enough for Neena to have put aside her heartbreak over the loss of her husband and lover.
But the Fates, or the Ancestors or whomever else people prayed to when it came to destiny, seemed to have seen right inside of her head and draw out the circumstances that she least wanted attention to. Inspiring the Egyptian woman with a curiosity that was innocent and open, Neena was left to confront the reality of her past and loss there and then, when she pointed out the necklace around her throat.
For a moment, Neena didn't even realise what Nia was gesturing to and talking of. The necklace had been something that she had worn about her neck, night and day, beneath her clothes, for so long that it now felt like part of her skin. Warm like her own body and no longer noticed when it swung against her neck or chest, Neena had to blink and her lips parted on a query that never came as she instinctively attempted to look down at what the Egyptian was talking about.
Then, as if an iron fist had suddenly come around her heart, Neena's fingertips pressed to the necklace that had started to come loose from her tunic. The item was delicate and thin but it was also entwined, with three different colours of colour, wound together into a twist that looped around her neck and hung as low as her cleavage beneath her tunic. It had been a gift from Hasani. Three strands of gold for three different loves that they all laid just a little bit of claim to.
Thinking of his name for the first time in a several months had Neena's expression turn a little forced. She smiled, but the joy was not there, and her eyes shone but with emotion over jest. A woman permanently optimistic and joyful and genuine to herself and her intentions, made Neena a bad actress. She could dance, she could lie, she could perform - when she was given a script or when she was lying over something altogether fantastical; constructing something out of nothing. When she was required to hide something real with something false? It just didn't ring true and she had not the strength to hold the mask in place over her feelings.
"Someone dear to me." She managed to say with a smile that, to a stranger, probably looked believable enough. "He gave it to me."
Then, in an effort to extract herself, Neena waved her hand as if to fan herself, her cheery tone coming back into play, a little exaggerated than it had been before...
"Whoo it is hot in here. I will just quickly excuse myself to the street and some fresh air." She then flapped her hands between them as she uncurled herself from the table top. "You guys continue with what you were doing. I wouldn't want to douse the flames..."
And she quickly hopped down from the surface of the table, saluted to Nia in a smiling farewell of thanks for the opium pipe and the drink and company, and then started to make her way from the room, feeling heat rise in her chest and neck and the absurd desire to cry pounding in her temples.
Damnit, but she had made her decision and was happy with her life. She was not to be brought down to such depths of sorrow when there was so much in the world to be thankful for. The words rang in her head with determination as she stepped out into the cool night air...
Neena sniggered along with the other two as they joked back and forth about their lovers. She, herself, occupied a strange sort of no-man's land in her own sexual experiences. Whilst she had only been to bed to two people in her life at this stage, and might have been considered chaste by many people's standards, those two had been of different sexes and had been creative and sensual in their sexual exploits, making her one of the more knowledgeable of sex and desire than those she met. A bizarre combination of limited lovers and wildly varied experience.
Yet, this was not something she either wished to allow her thoughts to linger on, nor share with the others - even Hesi. The man was her best friend, but there were some things that were just too tender to speak upon regardless of the closeness you felt for the person on the other side of the table, drinking merrily with you. And it was not yet long enough for Neena to have put aside her heartbreak over the loss of her husband and lover.
But the Fates, or the Ancestors or whomever else people prayed to when it came to destiny, seemed to have seen right inside of her head and draw out the circumstances that she least wanted attention to. Inspiring the Egyptian woman with a curiosity that was innocent and open, Neena was left to confront the reality of her past and loss there and then, when she pointed out the necklace around her throat.
For a moment, Neena didn't even realise what Nia was gesturing to and talking of. The necklace had been something that she had worn about her neck, night and day, beneath her clothes, for so long that it now felt like part of her skin. Warm like her own body and no longer noticed when it swung against her neck or chest, Neena had to blink and her lips parted on a query that never came as she instinctively attempted to look down at what the Egyptian was talking about.
Then, as if an iron fist had suddenly come around her heart, Neena's fingertips pressed to the necklace that had started to come loose from her tunic. The item was delicate and thin but it was also entwined, with three different colours of colour, wound together into a twist that looped around her neck and hung as low as her cleavage beneath her tunic. It had been a gift from Hasani. Three strands of gold for three different loves that they all laid just a little bit of claim to.
Thinking of his name for the first time in a several months had Neena's expression turn a little forced. She smiled, but the joy was not there, and her eyes shone but with emotion over jest. A woman permanently optimistic and joyful and genuine to herself and her intentions, made Neena a bad actress. She could dance, she could lie, she could perform - when she was given a script or when she was lying over something altogether fantastical; constructing something out of nothing. When she was required to hide something real with something false? It just didn't ring true and she had not the strength to hold the mask in place over her feelings.
"Someone dear to me." She managed to say with a smile that, to a stranger, probably looked believable enough. "He gave it to me."
Then, in an effort to extract herself, Neena waved her hand as if to fan herself, her cheery tone coming back into play, a little exaggerated than it had been before...
"Whoo it is hot in here. I will just quickly excuse myself to the street and some fresh air." She then flapped her hands between them as she uncurled herself from the table top. "You guys continue with what you were doing. I wouldn't want to douse the flames..."
And she quickly hopped down from the surface of the table, saluted to Nia in a smiling farewell of thanks for the opium pipe and the drink and company, and then started to make her way from the room, feeling heat rise in her chest and neck and the absurd desire to cry pounding in her temples.
Damnit, but she had made her decision and was happy with her life. She was not to be brought down to such depths of sorrow when there was so much in the world to be thankful for. The words rang in her head with determination as she stepped out into the cool night air...
Hesiodos smiled slyly. He was happy to see a woman so well versed in the art of lovemaking… it was one of the greatest pleasures of life, after all, and he could appreciate men and women that were fond of it. He was eager to experience Nia’s body, to spend the whole night with her until they were too tired to continue, and he was actually going to express it, but didn’t interrupt it in her talking when she mentioned Neena’s necklace.
Hesiodos’ face of mirth vanished slowly. That necklace was indeed lovely, and one of the different things Neena had after years. He did ask her about it after they meet again not too long ago… and her reaction was similar to how she reacted now. If she didn’t even speak to him about it, it was going to be something that dealt with a soft, painful spot…
Her expression worried him, and his mind suddenly drifted off thoughts of sharing bed with Neithotep. “Neena…”, he said, before she excused herself and left. Hesiodos saw her leave with a sad expression on her face, then turned to Nia.
His drunk, opium-hazed mind was forced to made a choice. To share bed with a beautiful, free woman willing to spend time with him, or to go check if her best friend in the world was alright…
The choice was obvious.
He offered Nia and apologetic smile and said, “I’m sorry, my dear… but duty calls. I hope we meet again and can resume this. Until now… farewell”, he said, planting one last kiss on her lips – a passionate, long kiss, one that he hoped would last until their paths crossed again, if ever, before breaking it off. He took another puff of the pipe, finished his drink in one gulp, and then stood up, took his lyre and went to pursue Neena.
Once outside, he was greeted by the cold of the Egyptian night. He saw Neena standing alone on the street, and he sighed. He wondered if this was the right choice… and decided to not to think too much about it. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he let his best friend be alone with her misery. He approached her, wrapped an arm around her and smiled, “Neena, let’s go stargaze, shall we?”
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Hesiodos smiled slyly. He was happy to see a woman so well versed in the art of lovemaking… it was one of the greatest pleasures of life, after all, and he could appreciate men and women that were fond of it. He was eager to experience Nia’s body, to spend the whole night with her until they were too tired to continue, and he was actually going to express it, but didn’t interrupt it in her talking when she mentioned Neena’s necklace.
Hesiodos’ face of mirth vanished slowly. That necklace was indeed lovely, and one of the different things Neena had after years. He did ask her about it after they meet again not too long ago… and her reaction was similar to how she reacted now. If she didn’t even speak to him about it, it was going to be something that dealt with a soft, painful spot…
Her expression worried him, and his mind suddenly drifted off thoughts of sharing bed with Neithotep. “Neena…”, he said, before she excused herself and left. Hesiodos saw her leave with a sad expression on her face, then turned to Nia.
His drunk, opium-hazed mind was forced to made a choice. To share bed with a beautiful, free woman willing to spend time with him, or to go check if her best friend in the world was alright…
The choice was obvious.
He offered Nia and apologetic smile and said, “I’m sorry, my dear… but duty calls. I hope we meet again and can resume this. Until now… farewell”, he said, planting one last kiss on her lips – a passionate, long kiss, one that he hoped would last until their paths crossed again, if ever, before breaking it off. He took another puff of the pipe, finished his drink in one gulp, and then stood up, took his lyre and went to pursue Neena.
Once outside, he was greeted by the cold of the Egyptian night. He saw Neena standing alone on the street, and he sighed. He wondered if this was the right choice… and decided to not to think too much about it. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he let his best friend be alone with her misery. He approached her, wrapped an arm around her and smiled, “Neena, let’s go stargaze, shall we?”
Hesiodos smiled slyly. He was happy to see a woman so well versed in the art of lovemaking… it was one of the greatest pleasures of life, after all, and he could appreciate men and women that were fond of it. He was eager to experience Nia’s body, to spend the whole night with her until they were too tired to continue, and he was actually going to express it, but didn’t interrupt it in her talking when she mentioned Neena’s necklace.
Hesiodos’ face of mirth vanished slowly. That necklace was indeed lovely, and one of the different things Neena had after years. He did ask her about it after they meet again not too long ago… and her reaction was similar to how she reacted now. If she didn’t even speak to him about it, it was going to be something that dealt with a soft, painful spot…
Her expression worried him, and his mind suddenly drifted off thoughts of sharing bed with Neithotep. “Neena…”, he said, before she excused herself and left. Hesiodos saw her leave with a sad expression on her face, then turned to Nia.
His drunk, opium-hazed mind was forced to made a choice. To share bed with a beautiful, free woman willing to spend time with him, or to go check if her best friend in the world was alright…
The choice was obvious.
He offered Nia and apologetic smile and said, “I’m sorry, my dear… but duty calls. I hope we meet again and can resume this. Until now… farewell”, he said, planting one last kiss on her lips – a passionate, long kiss, one that he hoped would last until their paths crossed again, if ever, before breaking it off. He took another puff of the pipe, finished his drink in one gulp, and then stood up, took his lyre and went to pursue Neena.
Once outside, he was greeted by the cold of the Egyptian night. He saw Neena standing alone on the street, and he sighed. He wondered if this was the right choice… and decided to not to think too much about it. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he let his best friend be alone with her misery. He approached her, wrapped an arm around her and smiled, “Neena, let’s go stargaze, shall we?”