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The Jaffe men, at least, the eldest three, were staying in the house of a cousin while Tzephaniah dealt with pressing concerns that not only involved Israel, but all of Judea. Amiti was frequently at his father’s side but today, everyone found themselves at sudden leisure. Thaddeus and Tzephaniah had gone out on an errand of their own and Amiti found himself more or less alone to await the visit of Maeri of Yonita. He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about her. His impressions thus far was that she was a nice girl and very, very naive. Still. Naivety was not something he was going to hold against the fairer sex. He’d rather her more naive than not.
Their first meeting had gone fairly well, if entirely awkward and their second had gone only marginally better. There were always too many people around and it made him freeze, which was unusual for him. He was not used to not knowing what to say. For some reason, around Maeri, he tended to entirely lose whatever train of thought he had, or, even worse, whatever he did say came out wrong. His father kept assuring him that this was normal and fine, but he didn’t think that was so.
Now, however, with his female cousins home, but busy in the kitchen for the evening’s meal, he found himself with an entire afternoon free and had sent word with a servant, requesting for Maeri to come so that he might talk with her more - get to know her better. The worst thing in the world would be to marry someone he was unsure about. He’d never asked his father but from what he understood about the situation, his father’s marriage had been rather rushed. The same mistake would not be made here.
His cousin Tabitha had suggested that he use a dice game to put both himself and Maeri more at ease. Amiti thought this a fine idea. Because their journey to Israel had been more for matters of political importance, rather than a simple visit, he had to borrow his cousin’s cup and dice. Tabitha was also kind enough to point out that maybe he would like to offer Maeri some sort of refreshment and so there was also a bowl of dates and another of figs set out.
While he waited, he set about writing up a missive against a man named Gillit and his wife Avisag. They were troublemakers and ones he’d have to deal with when he got back to Damascus. If they’d merely been bothering him, he would have done nothing. But the whole city was abuzz with the man’s radical ideas. It was time to show the frail man and his wife to the gate.
So focused was he on writing, that he didn’t immediately hear the servant telling him that Maeri and her sister had arrived. Amiti had been in a side room and placed the cap on the inkwell. The document needed time to dry anyway and he appeared in the doorway, hands clasped behind his back, nodding respectfully to both women. “Welcome,” he said. Then indicated the cushions that they could sit on.
The room was a comfortable one - not overly large but its windows were perfectly situated to capture the afternoon light, which gave the entirety of the room a calm, white glow. Connected to the room was an open breezeway that allowed air to circulate. On the low table before them sat the game as well as the bowls and cups of watered down wine. Amiti settled himself onto one of the pillows and waited until Maeri had settled herself. He wasn't entirely sure what to say next, but, going from their previous encounters, was quite sure that this wouldn't be a problem. She always seemed to have words.
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The Jaffe men, at least, the eldest three, were staying in the house of a cousin while Tzephaniah dealt with pressing concerns that not only involved Israel, but all of Judea. Amiti was frequently at his father’s side but today, everyone found themselves at sudden leisure. Thaddeus and Tzephaniah had gone out on an errand of their own and Amiti found himself more or less alone to await the visit of Maeri of Yonita. He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about her. His impressions thus far was that she was a nice girl and very, very naive. Still. Naivety was not something he was going to hold against the fairer sex. He’d rather her more naive than not.
Their first meeting had gone fairly well, if entirely awkward and their second had gone only marginally better. There were always too many people around and it made him freeze, which was unusual for him. He was not used to not knowing what to say. For some reason, around Maeri, he tended to entirely lose whatever train of thought he had, or, even worse, whatever he did say came out wrong. His father kept assuring him that this was normal and fine, but he didn’t think that was so.
Now, however, with his female cousins home, but busy in the kitchen for the evening’s meal, he found himself with an entire afternoon free and had sent word with a servant, requesting for Maeri to come so that he might talk with her more - get to know her better. The worst thing in the world would be to marry someone he was unsure about. He’d never asked his father but from what he understood about the situation, his father’s marriage had been rather rushed. The same mistake would not be made here.
His cousin Tabitha had suggested that he use a dice game to put both himself and Maeri more at ease. Amiti thought this a fine idea. Because their journey to Israel had been more for matters of political importance, rather than a simple visit, he had to borrow his cousin’s cup and dice. Tabitha was also kind enough to point out that maybe he would like to offer Maeri some sort of refreshment and so there was also a bowl of dates and another of figs set out.
While he waited, he set about writing up a missive against a man named Gillit and his wife Avisag. They were troublemakers and ones he’d have to deal with when he got back to Damascus. If they’d merely been bothering him, he would have done nothing. But the whole city was abuzz with the man’s radical ideas. It was time to show the frail man and his wife to the gate.
So focused was he on writing, that he didn’t immediately hear the servant telling him that Maeri and her sister had arrived. Amiti had been in a side room and placed the cap on the inkwell. The document needed time to dry anyway and he appeared in the doorway, hands clasped behind his back, nodding respectfully to both women. “Welcome,” he said. Then indicated the cushions that they could sit on.
The room was a comfortable one - not overly large but its windows were perfectly situated to capture the afternoon light, which gave the entirety of the room a calm, white glow. Connected to the room was an open breezeway that allowed air to circulate. On the low table before them sat the game as well as the bowls and cups of watered down wine. Amiti settled himself onto one of the pillows and waited until Maeri had settled herself. He wasn't entirely sure what to say next, but, going from their previous encounters, was quite sure that this wouldn't be a problem. She always seemed to have words.
The Jaffe men, at least, the eldest three, were staying in the house of a cousin while Tzephaniah dealt with pressing concerns that not only involved Israel, but all of Judea. Amiti was frequently at his father’s side but today, everyone found themselves at sudden leisure. Thaddeus and Tzephaniah had gone out on an errand of their own and Amiti found himself more or less alone to await the visit of Maeri of Yonita. He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about her. His impressions thus far was that she was a nice girl and very, very naive. Still. Naivety was not something he was going to hold against the fairer sex. He’d rather her more naive than not.
Their first meeting had gone fairly well, if entirely awkward and their second had gone only marginally better. There were always too many people around and it made him freeze, which was unusual for him. He was not used to not knowing what to say. For some reason, around Maeri, he tended to entirely lose whatever train of thought he had, or, even worse, whatever he did say came out wrong. His father kept assuring him that this was normal and fine, but he didn’t think that was so.
Now, however, with his female cousins home, but busy in the kitchen for the evening’s meal, he found himself with an entire afternoon free and had sent word with a servant, requesting for Maeri to come so that he might talk with her more - get to know her better. The worst thing in the world would be to marry someone he was unsure about. He’d never asked his father but from what he understood about the situation, his father’s marriage had been rather rushed. The same mistake would not be made here.
His cousin Tabitha had suggested that he use a dice game to put both himself and Maeri more at ease. Amiti thought this a fine idea. Because their journey to Israel had been more for matters of political importance, rather than a simple visit, he had to borrow his cousin’s cup and dice. Tabitha was also kind enough to point out that maybe he would like to offer Maeri some sort of refreshment and so there was also a bowl of dates and another of figs set out.
While he waited, he set about writing up a missive against a man named Gillit and his wife Avisag. They were troublemakers and ones he’d have to deal with when he got back to Damascus. If they’d merely been bothering him, he would have done nothing. But the whole city was abuzz with the man’s radical ideas. It was time to show the frail man and his wife to the gate.
So focused was he on writing, that he didn’t immediately hear the servant telling him that Maeri and her sister had arrived. Amiti had been in a side room and placed the cap on the inkwell. The document needed time to dry anyway and he appeared in the doorway, hands clasped behind his back, nodding respectfully to both women. “Welcome,” he said. Then indicated the cushions that they could sit on.
The room was a comfortable one - not overly large but its windows were perfectly situated to capture the afternoon light, which gave the entirety of the room a calm, white glow. Connected to the room was an open breezeway that allowed air to circulate. On the low table before them sat the game as well as the bowls and cups of watered down wine. Amiti settled himself onto one of the pillows and waited until Maeri had settled herself. He wasn't entirely sure what to say next, but, going from their previous encounters, was quite sure that this wouldn't be a problem. She always seemed to have words.
When the invitation came for Maeri to visit Amiti, she was relieved to know that she hadn’t screwed up things already. She seemed to always have a talent for that, and while she knew that things hadn’t gone badly with Amiti so far, things also hadn’t gone very well. On any given day she could go from excited at the prospect of marriage to determined that she had screwed everything up and back again. But this meeting today meant that things were still going well and that he still wanted to see her.
Maeri had dressed in her very best clothes for the visit, or second best, as she had worn her best to the party, and didn’t want him to think that she only owned one set of nice clothing. She wanted to make sure that she continued to make a good impression on him. Her sister Nedevah had helped brush and arrange her hair under her mitzpahath. Talora was again conspicuously absent in helping with her preparations. Maeri was starting to get worried that something was wrong with her, she had been out of sorts the entire time they had been in Israel. Perhaps it was just the city itself that she disliked, maybe it wasn’t to her taste. After all, she hadn’t seen her sister going out as much as usual.
Maeri pushed that to the back of their mind as they went over to the house of Amiti’s cousins where they had been staying. This time, Rayla was left securely at home despite the dog’s whining protests.Nedevah had been sent along with Maeri to supervise, and Maeri appreciated the company. Of course, the moment they had gotten to the house and been greeted by Amiti, Nedevah had been swept away to help with something or other by Amiti’s cousins, and Maeri and Amiti had been left only lightly supervised in a room that had been arranged with refreshments for their enjoyment.
Maeri took her cue from Amiti and settled herself on a pillow across from him. Her eyes sweeping over the table. Her eyes quickly fell on the dice game in front of them, and she reached out to pick up the small cubes excitedly. “Oh are we going to play dice?” Maeri asked excitedly. “I don’t know how but, they’re so pretty,” she rolled the small smooth cubes of bone around in her hand. There was something satisfying about the way they clicked together in her palm. She looked back up to Amiti, hoping that her enthusiasm wasn’t unwanted.
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When the invitation came for Maeri to visit Amiti, she was relieved to know that she hadn’t screwed up things already. She seemed to always have a talent for that, and while she knew that things hadn’t gone badly with Amiti so far, things also hadn’t gone very well. On any given day she could go from excited at the prospect of marriage to determined that she had screwed everything up and back again. But this meeting today meant that things were still going well and that he still wanted to see her.
Maeri had dressed in her very best clothes for the visit, or second best, as she had worn her best to the party, and didn’t want him to think that she only owned one set of nice clothing. She wanted to make sure that she continued to make a good impression on him. Her sister Nedevah had helped brush and arrange her hair under her mitzpahath. Talora was again conspicuously absent in helping with her preparations. Maeri was starting to get worried that something was wrong with her, she had been out of sorts the entire time they had been in Israel. Perhaps it was just the city itself that she disliked, maybe it wasn’t to her taste. After all, she hadn’t seen her sister going out as much as usual.
Maeri pushed that to the back of their mind as they went over to the house of Amiti’s cousins where they had been staying. This time, Rayla was left securely at home despite the dog’s whining protests.Nedevah had been sent along with Maeri to supervise, and Maeri appreciated the company. Of course, the moment they had gotten to the house and been greeted by Amiti, Nedevah had been swept away to help with something or other by Amiti’s cousins, and Maeri and Amiti had been left only lightly supervised in a room that had been arranged with refreshments for their enjoyment.
Maeri took her cue from Amiti and settled herself on a pillow across from him. Her eyes sweeping over the table. Her eyes quickly fell on the dice game in front of them, and she reached out to pick up the small cubes excitedly. “Oh are we going to play dice?” Maeri asked excitedly. “I don’t know how but, they’re so pretty,” she rolled the small smooth cubes of bone around in her hand. There was something satisfying about the way they clicked together in her palm. She looked back up to Amiti, hoping that her enthusiasm wasn’t unwanted.
When the invitation came for Maeri to visit Amiti, she was relieved to know that she hadn’t screwed up things already. She seemed to always have a talent for that, and while she knew that things hadn’t gone badly with Amiti so far, things also hadn’t gone very well. On any given day she could go from excited at the prospect of marriage to determined that she had screwed everything up and back again. But this meeting today meant that things were still going well and that he still wanted to see her.
Maeri had dressed in her very best clothes for the visit, or second best, as she had worn her best to the party, and didn’t want him to think that she only owned one set of nice clothing. She wanted to make sure that she continued to make a good impression on him. Her sister Nedevah had helped brush and arrange her hair under her mitzpahath. Talora was again conspicuously absent in helping with her preparations. Maeri was starting to get worried that something was wrong with her, she had been out of sorts the entire time they had been in Israel. Perhaps it was just the city itself that she disliked, maybe it wasn’t to her taste. After all, she hadn’t seen her sister going out as much as usual.
Maeri pushed that to the back of their mind as they went over to the house of Amiti’s cousins where they had been staying. This time, Rayla was left securely at home despite the dog’s whining protests.Nedevah had been sent along with Maeri to supervise, and Maeri appreciated the company. Of course, the moment they had gotten to the house and been greeted by Amiti, Nedevah had been swept away to help with something or other by Amiti’s cousins, and Maeri and Amiti had been left only lightly supervised in a room that had been arranged with refreshments for their enjoyment.
Maeri took her cue from Amiti and settled herself on a pillow across from him. Her eyes sweeping over the table. Her eyes quickly fell on the dice game in front of them, and she reached out to pick up the small cubes excitedly. “Oh are we going to play dice?” Maeri asked excitedly. “I don’t know how but, they’re so pretty,” she rolled the small smooth cubes of bone around in her hand. There was something satisfying about the way they clicked together in her palm. She looked back up to Amiti, hoping that her enthusiasm wasn’t unwanted.
He hadn’t expected Tabitha to immediately whisk away Maeri’s sister but he couldn’t pretend that he was all that sorry. It was easier to get to know someone without people breathing down either of their necks or watching their every move and word. When he’d been at her house, he could practically hear his father’s thoughts and he’d assumed what her mother’s had been - that everything, including himself, needed to be perfect. He’d been completely self conscious the entire time, simply because he did not want to fail. It was one thing if he didn’t like her but another thing entirely if she was the one doing the rejecting. Amiti was trying his level best not to give her anything to pause at.
As she settled across from him, he nodded and pressed his lips together, watching as she took the dice into her palm. “If you’re not opposed to it, I thought we could play. It’s a fairly simple game.” He tipped the cup and out fell another three dice. What he kept back was the information that this was likely to be more fun if there were more people present, but he didn’t know her sister and Tabitha was busy.
“The game is Caravan, Leader, Camels.” He showed her how she would need to roll a six for her caravan, a five for her leader, and a four for her camels. “If you don’t roll a six first, but you have the rest, you have two more tries for the Caravan. If you never roll a six, you lose that round. Make sense?” He raised his eyebrows a bit, assessing whether or not she’d been listening.
"My brothers and I used to play this game all the time," he said. "It's fun once you get the hang of it." Fun and could sometimes lead to fights with the other two. They tended to be a bit more passionate about things than he was.
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He hadn’t expected Tabitha to immediately whisk away Maeri’s sister but he couldn’t pretend that he was all that sorry. It was easier to get to know someone without people breathing down either of their necks or watching their every move and word. When he’d been at her house, he could practically hear his father’s thoughts and he’d assumed what her mother’s had been - that everything, including himself, needed to be perfect. He’d been completely self conscious the entire time, simply because he did not want to fail. It was one thing if he didn’t like her but another thing entirely if she was the one doing the rejecting. Amiti was trying his level best not to give her anything to pause at.
As she settled across from him, he nodded and pressed his lips together, watching as she took the dice into her palm. “If you’re not opposed to it, I thought we could play. It’s a fairly simple game.” He tipped the cup and out fell another three dice. What he kept back was the information that this was likely to be more fun if there were more people present, but he didn’t know her sister and Tabitha was busy.
“The game is Caravan, Leader, Camels.” He showed her how she would need to roll a six for her caravan, a five for her leader, and a four for her camels. “If you don’t roll a six first, but you have the rest, you have two more tries for the Caravan. If you never roll a six, you lose that round. Make sense?” He raised his eyebrows a bit, assessing whether or not she’d been listening.
"My brothers and I used to play this game all the time," he said. "It's fun once you get the hang of it." Fun and could sometimes lead to fights with the other two. They tended to be a bit more passionate about things than he was.
He hadn’t expected Tabitha to immediately whisk away Maeri’s sister but he couldn’t pretend that he was all that sorry. It was easier to get to know someone without people breathing down either of their necks or watching their every move and word. When he’d been at her house, he could practically hear his father’s thoughts and he’d assumed what her mother’s had been - that everything, including himself, needed to be perfect. He’d been completely self conscious the entire time, simply because he did not want to fail. It was one thing if he didn’t like her but another thing entirely if she was the one doing the rejecting. Amiti was trying his level best not to give her anything to pause at.
As she settled across from him, he nodded and pressed his lips together, watching as she took the dice into her palm. “If you’re not opposed to it, I thought we could play. It’s a fairly simple game.” He tipped the cup and out fell another three dice. What he kept back was the information that this was likely to be more fun if there were more people present, but he didn’t know her sister and Tabitha was busy.
“The game is Caravan, Leader, Camels.” He showed her how she would need to roll a six for her caravan, a five for her leader, and a four for her camels. “If you don’t roll a six first, but you have the rest, you have two more tries for the Caravan. If you never roll a six, you lose that round. Make sense?” He raised his eyebrows a bit, assessing whether or not she’d been listening.
"My brothers and I used to play this game all the time," he said. "It's fun once you get the hang of it." Fun and could sometimes lead to fights with the other two. They tended to be a bit more passionate about things than he was.
Maeri smiled broadly at the thought of playing a game this seemed like something that she couldn’t mess up too badly, and she did like games. Though she hadn’t played this particular game before. When he told her the name of the game, she looked up towards her sister for help, but her sister was off on the far side of the room chatting about something or other with Amiti’s cousin. She wouldn’t be able to save her now, and perhaps that was for the best. At least she wasn’t too far away if something went too wrong.
“I’ve never played before,” Maeri admitted, hoping that didn’t make Amiti think that she was boring or uncultured for never hearing of the game. “But I’m always up for trying out new things, especially games.” Maeri grinned broadly. If enthusiasm made up for skill in this game, then she could hope to do well. She listened intently as Amiti described the rules and then decided to give it a go.
Maeri swept all five dice up into the cup and shook it enthusiastically. Then dumped it out on the table, rather too forcefully. While three of the dice remained on the table, the other two skittered off onto the floor. Maeri winced a bit at the mistake but glanced down at the dice that remained on the table, a one, a two and a six. “So….what does that mean?” Maeri asked. “Do I need to reroll them all? Or should I just count the other ones as the rolled?” Maeri got on her hands and knees to look for where the other two dice went. After a few moments of crawling around on the floor, she found the other two, a five and a four. Holding them carefully, so that she didn’t change which side was up, she brought them back to the table. “This is how they landed, but I can re-roll if you’d rather.”
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Maeri smiled broadly at the thought of playing a game this seemed like something that she couldn’t mess up too badly, and she did like games. Though she hadn’t played this particular game before. When he told her the name of the game, she looked up towards her sister for help, but her sister was off on the far side of the room chatting about something or other with Amiti’s cousin. She wouldn’t be able to save her now, and perhaps that was for the best. At least she wasn’t too far away if something went too wrong.
“I’ve never played before,” Maeri admitted, hoping that didn’t make Amiti think that she was boring or uncultured for never hearing of the game. “But I’m always up for trying out new things, especially games.” Maeri grinned broadly. If enthusiasm made up for skill in this game, then she could hope to do well. She listened intently as Amiti described the rules and then decided to give it a go.
Maeri swept all five dice up into the cup and shook it enthusiastically. Then dumped it out on the table, rather too forcefully. While three of the dice remained on the table, the other two skittered off onto the floor. Maeri winced a bit at the mistake but glanced down at the dice that remained on the table, a one, a two and a six. “So….what does that mean?” Maeri asked. “Do I need to reroll them all? Or should I just count the other ones as the rolled?” Maeri got on her hands and knees to look for where the other two dice went. After a few moments of crawling around on the floor, she found the other two, a five and a four. Holding them carefully, so that she didn’t change which side was up, she brought them back to the table. “This is how they landed, but I can re-roll if you’d rather.”
Maeri smiled broadly at the thought of playing a game this seemed like something that she couldn’t mess up too badly, and she did like games. Though she hadn’t played this particular game before. When he told her the name of the game, she looked up towards her sister for help, but her sister was off on the far side of the room chatting about something or other with Amiti’s cousin. She wouldn’t be able to save her now, and perhaps that was for the best. At least she wasn’t too far away if something went too wrong.
“I’ve never played before,” Maeri admitted, hoping that didn’t make Amiti think that she was boring or uncultured for never hearing of the game. “But I’m always up for trying out new things, especially games.” Maeri grinned broadly. If enthusiasm made up for skill in this game, then she could hope to do well. She listened intently as Amiti described the rules and then decided to give it a go.
Maeri swept all five dice up into the cup and shook it enthusiastically. Then dumped it out on the table, rather too forcefully. While three of the dice remained on the table, the other two skittered off onto the floor. Maeri winced a bit at the mistake but glanced down at the dice that remained on the table, a one, a two and a six. “So….what does that mean?” Maeri asked. “Do I need to reroll them all? Or should I just count the other ones as the rolled?” Maeri got on her hands and knees to look for where the other two dice went. After a few moments of crawling around on the floor, she found the other two, a five and a four. Holding them carefully, so that she didn’t change which side was up, she brought them back to the table. “This is how they landed, but I can re-roll if you’d rather.”
“I don’t see how that matters,” he said without meaning to be rude. “It’s a game of chance and it requires no skill whatsoever. Somehow my youngest brother ends up winning quite a lot-” before the word ‘lot’ was fully out of his mouth, Maeri was shaking the cup and dumping it out. Dice shot everywhere. One bounced off his chest and he reached out to catch it, but ended up accidentally sending it spinning with the tips of his fingers. It tumbled off the side of the table, rolled off a cushion, and landed with the other die under the table.
He shifted his legs from the way he’d been sitting so that he could lean down to look but he only saw Maeri’s excited face come into view as she snatched the two dice from the carpet and sit back up. Following her, he watched, a little bewildered by what had just happened, as she held up the two dice and then said that she’d gotten the whole thing. “Oh...you..good! That’s a good thing.” He held out his hand for his turn with the dice.
It did not trouble him that she’d already won the round. It was a game of chance. He wondered what his chance would be. The dice tumbled together in the cup and then rolled as he dumped them out to reveal a six, a three, two fives, and a two. He pursed his lips and nodded, keeping the six and the five, and re-rolling the other three in hopes of a four. He rolled another six and two threes. His gaze flicked up to Maeri and he put all three dice back in.
“A four would be nice?” he told the cup, shook it with his palm covering the opening, then dumped them out again. “Thank you!” he grinned as a four and two two’s fell out. “At least I got my caravan, though I think yours was more successful. You win. Would you like to play again?”
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“I don’t see how that matters,” he said without meaning to be rude. “It’s a game of chance and it requires no skill whatsoever. Somehow my youngest brother ends up winning quite a lot-” before the word ‘lot’ was fully out of his mouth, Maeri was shaking the cup and dumping it out. Dice shot everywhere. One bounced off his chest and he reached out to catch it, but ended up accidentally sending it spinning with the tips of his fingers. It tumbled off the side of the table, rolled off a cushion, and landed with the other die under the table.
He shifted his legs from the way he’d been sitting so that he could lean down to look but he only saw Maeri’s excited face come into view as she snatched the two dice from the carpet and sit back up. Following her, he watched, a little bewildered by what had just happened, as she held up the two dice and then said that she’d gotten the whole thing. “Oh...you..good! That’s a good thing.” He held out his hand for his turn with the dice.
It did not trouble him that she’d already won the round. It was a game of chance. He wondered what his chance would be. The dice tumbled together in the cup and then rolled as he dumped them out to reveal a six, a three, two fives, and a two. He pursed his lips and nodded, keeping the six and the five, and re-rolling the other three in hopes of a four. He rolled another six and two threes. His gaze flicked up to Maeri and he put all three dice back in.
“A four would be nice?” he told the cup, shook it with his palm covering the opening, then dumped them out again. “Thank you!” he grinned as a four and two two’s fell out. “At least I got my caravan, though I think yours was more successful. You win. Would you like to play again?”
“I don’t see how that matters,” he said without meaning to be rude. “It’s a game of chance and it requires no skill whatsoever. Somehow my youngest brother ends up winning quite a lot-” before the word ‘lot’ was fully out of his mouth, Maeri was shaking the cup and dumping it out. Dice shot everywhere. One bounced off his chest and he reached out to catch it, but ended up accidentally sending it spinning with the tips of his fingers. It tumbled off the side of the table, rolled off a cushion, and landed with the other die under the table.
He shifted his legs from the way he’d been sitting so that he could lean down to look but he only saw Maeri’s excited face come into view as she snatched the two dice from the carpet and sit back up. Following her, he watched, a little bewildered by what had just happened, as she held up the two dice and then said that she’d gotten the whole thing. “Oh...you..good! That’s a good thing.” He held out his hand for his turn with the dice.
It did not trouble him that she’d already won the round. It was a game of chance. He wondered what his chance would be. The dice tumbled together in the cup and then rolled as he dumped them out to reveal a six, a three, two fives, and a two. He pursed his lips and nodded, keeping the six and the five, and re-rolling the other three in hopes of a four. He rolled another six and two threes. His gaze flicked up to Maeri and he put all three dice back in.
“A four would be nice?” he told the cup, shook it with his palm covering the opening, then dumped them out again. “Thank you!” he grinned as a four and two two’s fell out. “At least I got my caravan, though I think yours was more successful. You win. Would you like to play again?”
Maeri grinned as Amiti announced that she had made her caravan. She wasn’t entirely sure how the game worked since Amiti then took his own turn. Had she won already? But he seemed so into rolling his own dice that she watched intently trying to make sure that she knew what was going on. She had gotten so into his turn that she let out a little “Yes!” in excitement as on his final turn he finally got the four that he was hoping for.
Maeri took the opportunity after the game was over to have a dried fig and a sip of the wine, so when Amiti asked her if she wanted to play another game she found herself with her mouth full. Without even thinking she quickly answered “Yuh.” Then she caught herself, blushing slightly at the mistake of trying to speak with her mouth full. Maeri chewed quickly and swallowed. “I mean, yes I’d like to play another game,” she quickly corrected. Maeri took another sip of the wine to wash down the rest of the quickly chewed fig, then picked up the cup and dice again. “Maybe this time I’ll be able to keep them on the table,” she added with an awkward laugh.
Maeri shook the cup of dice again, holding her hand over the top of the cup. This time she was much more deliberate in how she tipped the dice out onto the table, cupping her arm along the edge of the table to catch a dice that threatened to roll off the edge. Two fives, a four, a six and then another four. Maeri grinned broadly. “That’s a caravan!” she exclaimed excitedly, looking up to Amiti for confirmation that she had it right. This seemed just a bit too easy, maybe she was doing something wrong.
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Maeri grinned as Amiti announced that she had made her caravan. She wasn’t entirely sure how the game worked since Amiti then took his own turn. Had she won already? But he seemed so into rolling his own dice that she watched intently trying to make sure that she knew what was going on. She had gotten so into his turn that she let out a little “Yes!” in excitement as on his final turn he finally got the four that he was hoping for.
Maeri took the opportunity after the game was over to have a dried fig and a sip of the wine, so when Amiti asked her if she wanted to play another game she found herself with her mouth full. Without even thinking she quickly answered “Yuh.” Then she caught herself, blushing slightly at the mistake of trying to speak with her mouth full. Maeri chewed quickly and swallowed. “I mean, yes I’d like to play another game,” she quickly corrected. Maeri took another sip of the wine to wash down the rest of the quickly chewed fig, then picked up the cup and dice again. “Maybe this time I’ll be able to keep them on the table,” she added with an awkward laugh.
Maeri shook the cup of dice again, holding her hand over the top of the cup. This time she was much more deliberate in how she tipped the dice out onto the table, cupping her arm along the edge of the table to catch a dice that threatened to roll off the edge. Two fives, a four, a six and then another four. Maeri grinned broadly. “That’s a caravan!” she exclaimed excitedly, looking up to Amiti for confirmation that she had it right. This seemed just a bit too easy, maybe she was doing something wrong.
Maeri grinned as Amiti announced that she had made her caravan. She wasn’t entirely sure how the game worked since Amiti then took his own turn. Had she won already? But he seemed so into rolling his own dice that she watched intently trying to make sure that she knew what was going on. She had gotten so into his turn that she let out a little “Yes!” in excitement as on his final turn he finally got the four that he was hoping for.
Maeri took the opportunity after the game was over to have a dried fig and a sip of the wine, so when Amiti asked her if she wanted to play another game she found herself with her mouth full. Without even thinking she quickly answered “Yuh.” Then she caught herself, blushing slightly at the mistake of trying to speak with her mouth full. Maeri chewed quickly and swallowed. “I mean, yes I’d like to play another game,” she quickly corrected. Maeri took another sip of the wine to wash down the rest of the quickly chewed fig, then picked up the cup and dice again. “Maybe this time I’ll be able to keep them on the table,” she added with an awkward laugh.
Maeri shook the cup of dice again, holding her hand over the top of the cup. This time she was much more deliberate in how she tipped the dice out onto the table, cupping her arm along the edge of the table to catch a dice that threatened to roll off the edge. Two fives, a four, a six and then another four. Maeri grinned broadly. “That’s a caravan!” she exclaimed excitedly, looking up to Amiti for confirmation that she had it right. This seemed just a bit too easy, maybe she was doing something wrong.
Her grin put him a little bit more at ease. At least she was enjoying the game and not plodding through it miserably. One really good thing about this girl was he didn’t really have to guess what she was feeling or thinking. Every thought crossed her features and either lit them up or doused them like an unwanted candle. He’d not thought to explain the part of the game where it wasn’t who had rolled the six, five, and four first, but the one who got the most points in the end - which had been her anyway.
When she exclaimed a ‘yes!’ in actual excitement, he’d shot her a smile and then shrugged. Still a loss. Ah well. He ignored the figs and went for a date instead, and, though waited until his food was thoroughly chewed and swallowed before speaking and indicating that she could go first again. This game had been a good idea. They were doing something and it wasn’t too awkward.
He’d thought her pretty when she blushed but didn’t say so, thinking that it would be weird to tell her. “It’d be ideal to keep them on the table,” he agreed and watched as she shook the cup and dumped them out much more carefully this time. When she got her caravan already he shook his head at her and raised his eyebrows.
“Chance favors you, Maeri of Yonita. Let us see if I can do better.” Though, at this point, he was willing to doubt it. This was going just like the games he played at home. Not well. But the purpose was not to win the game, which was why he was not concerned about winning. There was no way to control a game of chance if he was playing correctly. It was just the roll of the dice.
“Six…” he poked at one of the dice, looking over them. “Five, four…ok so there’s my caravan...and one and two.” Glancing up at her, he shook his head as a slow smile curved up his lips. “You win again. Winner rolls.” He swept the dice back into it and handed her the cup.
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Her grin put him a little bit more at ease. At least she was enjoying the game and not plodding through it miserably. One really good thing about this girl was he didn’t really have to guess what she was feeling or thinking. Every thought crossed her features and either lit them up or doused them like an unwanted candle. He’d not thought to explain the part of the game where it wasn’t who had rolled the six, five, and four first, but the one who got the most points in the end - which had been her anyway.
When she exclaimed a ‘yes!’ in actual excitement, he’d shot her a smile and then shrugged. Still a loss. Ah well. He ignored the figs and went for a date instead, and, though waited until his food was thoroughly chewed and swallowed before speaking and indicating that she could go first again. This game had been a good idea. They were doing something and it wasn’t too awkward.
He’d thought her pretty when she blushed but didn’t say so, thinking that it would be weird to tell her. “It’d be ideal to keep them on the table,” he agreed and watched as she shook the cup and dumped them out much more carefully this time. When she got her caravan already he shook his head at her and raised his eyebrows.
“Chance favors you, Maeri of Yonita. Let us see if I can do better.” Though, at this point, he was willing to doubt it. This was going just like the games he played at home. Not well. But the purpose was not to win the game, which was why he was not concerned about winning. There was no way to control a game of chance if he was playing correctly. It was just the roll of the dice.
“Six…” he poked at one of the dice, looking over them. “Five, four…ok so there’s my caravan...and one and two.” Glancing up at her, he shook his head as a slow smile curved up his lips. “You win again. Winner rolls.” He swept the dice back into it and handed her the cup.
Her grin put him a little bit more at ease. At least she was enjoying the game and not plodding through it miserably. One really good thing about this girl was he didn’t really have to guess what she was feeling or thinking. Every thought crossed her features and either lit them up or doused them like an unwanted candle. He’d not thought to explain the part of the game where it wasn’t who had rolled the six, five, and four first, but the one who got the most points in the end - which had been her anyway.
When she exclaimed a ‘yes!’ in actual excitement, he’d shot her a smile and then shrugged. Still a loss. Ah well. He ignored the figs and went for a date instead, and, though waited until his food was thoroughly chewed and swallowed before speaking and indicating that she could go first again. This game had been a good idea. They were doing something and it wasn’t too awkward.
He’d thought her pretty when she blushed but didn’t say so, thinking that it would be weird to tell her. “It’d be ideal to keep them on the table,” he agreed and watched as she shook the cup and dumped them out much more carefully this time. When she got her caravan already he shook his head at her and raised his eyebrows.
“Chance favors you, Maeri of Yonita. Let us see if I can do better.” Though, at this point, he was willing to doubt it. This was going just like the games he played at home. Not well. But the purpose was not to win the game, which was why he was not concerned about winning. There was no way to control a game of chance if he was playing correctly. It was just the roll of the dice.
“Six…” he poked at one of the dice, looking over them. “Five, four…ok so there’s my caravan...and one and two.” Glancing up at her, he shook his head as a slow smile curved up his lips. “You win again. Winner rolls.” He swept the dice back into it and handed her the cup.
Maeri grinned broadly. She was enjoying this game. It seemed so rarely was there something she was actually good at, but she was good at this game. She didn’t even know for sure how it worked, but she had already won two games without even trying. For a brief moment she wondered whether maybe that wasn’t a good thing. What if her future husband didn’t like that she was constantly beating him? But that thought only lingered for a moment before it was taken over by her enthusiasm. She was winning and nothing was going to take that away from her.
While Amiti rolled his own dice, Maeri took another sip from her wine, this time not going for food. It had already proven tricky enough to attempt to eat in front of this man without embarrassing herself, so she wasn’t going to risk it again. Then he handed her the cup with the dice in it. When she went to take the cup from his hand, she misjudged, her fingers overlapping his as she grabbed for the cup. She drew her hand back quickly, mumbling an apology. She didn't want him to think she was trying to touch his hand on purpose. She wasn't a flirt like Talora.
She quickly took the cup and rolled the dice again, hoping beyond hope that Amiti might not notice that she had embarrassed herself yet again. She rolled the dice out gently on the table, sparing herself having to chase down any scattered dice. But when she looked down, she found herself disappointed. There was a six, yes, but the rest of them were twos and threes.
She kept the six and rerolled the rest. She only needed a four and a five then. That shouldn't be too hard. She shook the dice and dumped them onto the table again. She grinned broadly as she spotted a four, but her face fell as she saw that the rest were two threes and a one. Now that this game wasn't going her way, she wasn't sure that she liked it that much. Maeri scooped the remaining three dice back into her cup once more, this time she shook the cup of dice much less enthusiastically, resigned to her fate of losing the the game. Her face lit up as she spotted the missing five along with another four and a three. "That's a caravan!" She grinned as she passed the cup full of dice back towards Amiti. Maybe she would win after all.
But then, as Maeri's mind often did, she got lost in a random tangle of thoughts. She knew she ought to be taking this time to get to know this man who was to become her husband, and not just play games. She wasn't a child anymore. But what could she ask about, as her eyes drifted over the table, a thought popped into her head. "Have you ever traveled with a caravan?" It would be very interesting if he had. That would make for many interesting stories.
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Maeri grinned broadly. She was enjoying this game. It seemed so rarely was there something she was actually good at, but she was good at this game. She didn’t even know for sure how it worked, but she had already won two games without even trying. For a brief moment she wondered whether maybe that wasn’t a good thing. What if her future husband didn’t like that she was constantly beating him? But that thought only lingered for a moment before it was taken over by her enthusiasm. She was winning and nothing was going to take that away from her.
While Amiti rolled his own dice, Maeri took another sip from her wine, this time not going for food. It had already proven tricky enough to attempt to eat in front of this man without embarrassing herself, so she wasn’t going to risk it again. Then he handed her the cup with the dice in it. When she went to take the cup from his hand, she misjudged, her fingers overlapping his as she grabbed for the cup. She drew her hand back quickly, mumbling an apology. She didn't want him to think she was trying to touch his hand on purpose. She wasn't a flirt like Talora.
She quickly took the cup and rolled the dice again, hoping beyond hope that Amiti might not notice that she had embarrassed herself yet again. She rolled the dice out gently on the table, sparing herself having to chase down any scattered dice. But when she looked down, she found herself disappointed. There was a six, yes, but the rest of them were twos and threes.
She kept the six and rerolled the rest. She only needed a four and a five then. That shouldn't be too hard. She shook the dice and dumped them onto the table again. She grinned broadly as she spotted a four, but her face fell as she saw that the rest were two threes and a one. Now that this game wasn't going her way, she wasn't sure that she liked it that much. Maeri scooped the remaining three dice back into her cup once more, this time she shook the cup of dice much less enthusiastically, resigned to her fate of losing the the game. Her face lit up as she spotted the missing five along with another four and a three. "That's a caravan!" She grinned as she passed the cup full of dice back towards Amiti. Maybe she would win after all.
But then, as Maeri's mind often did, she got lost in a random tangle of thoughts. She knew she ought to be taking this time to get to know this man who was to become her husband, and not just play games. She wasn't a child anymore. But what could she ask about, as her eyes drifted over the table, a thought popped into her head. "Have you ever traveled with a caravan?" It would be very interesting if he had. That would make for many interesting stories.
Maeri grinned broadly. She was enjoying this game. It seemed so rarely was there something she was actually good at, but she was good at this game. She didn’t even know for sure how it worked, but she had already won two games without even trying. For a brief moment she wondered whether maybe that wasn’t a good thing. What if her future husband didn’t like that she was constantly beating him? But that thought only lingered for a moment before it was taken over by her enthusiasm. She was winning and nothing was going to take that away from her.
While Amiti rolled his own dice, Maeri took another sip from her wine, this time not going for food. It had already proven tricky enough to attempt to eat in front of this man without embarrassing herself, so she wasn’t going to risk it again. Then he handed her the cup with the dice in it. When she went to take the cup from his hand, she misjudged, her fingers overlapping his as she grabbed for the cup. She drew her hand back quickly, mumbling an apology. She didn't want him to think she was trying to touch his hand on purpose. She wasn't a flirt like Talora.
She quickly took the cup and rolled the dice again, hoping beyond hope that Amiti might not notice that she had embarrassed herself yet again. She rolled the dice out gently on the table, sparing herself having to chase down any scattered dice. But when she looked down, she found herself disappointed. There was a six, yes, but the rest of them were twos and threes.
She kept the six and rerolled the rest. She only needed a four and a five then. That shouldn't be too hard. She shook the dice and dumped them onto the table again. She grinned broadly as she spotted a four, but her face fell as she saw that the rest were two threes and a one. Now that this game wasn't going her way, she wasn't sure that she liked it that much. Maeri scooped the remaining three dice back into her cup once more, this time she shook the cup of dice much less enthusiastically, resigned to her fate of losing the the game. Her face lit up as she spotted the missing five along with another four and a three. "That's a caravan!" She grinned as she passed the cup full of dice back towards Amiti. Maybe she would win after all.
But then, as Maeri's mind often did, she got lost in a random tangle of thoughts. She knew she ought to be taking this time to get to know this man who was to become her husband, and not just play games. She wasn't a child anymore. But what could she ask about, as her eyes drifted over the table, a thought popped into her head. "Have you ever traveled with a caravan?" It would be very interesting if he had. That would make for many interesting stories.
The shock of the sudden warm softness of her fingers resting against his gave an unprecedented jolt up his arm. He pulled back immediately out of shock, thinking she had hold of the cup. She didn’t, apparently. The cup tumbled, the dice scattered, and it was his turn to scoop them up. Doing this incredibly fast, he then set the cup on the table to make sure that there were no further accidents.
He kept his eyes on the dice that spilled across the table, this time, rather than meeting her gaze. It was stupid, he knew, because they were more than likely going to be married. And that meant he’d touch her more than just a simple brush of the fingers. But still. That was more contact with a prospective bride than he’d ever had and he flexed his hand as he rested it under the table.
Her hope that he’d not noticed her embarrassment was a vain one. There was no way not to notice the pink creeping into her cheeks. Although, as she rolled and, at least didn’t win the game right off, he leaned a little closer to the table, despite himself. Her reroll gave her what she needed and he was just a touch smug as he took the cup this time.
Hopefully he could win right off...but in a game of chance, that was the best he could do. Hope. Shaking the cup, he let the dice roll as they would. Biting his lower lip until it disappeared behind his top teeth, he surveyed what he’d gotten. His face lit up. “HA!” he crowed, loudly. “Caravan!” The rest of the games didn’t matter. He’d at least proved he was able to play this one. “I win this round! - what?” Her question finally sunk in. “Oh. Uh, no, I’m afraid not. Just by donkey. I don’t suppose you have?”
He passed the cup back across the table with just two fingers to prevent their hands touching again. The last thing he wanted was for her to think that he was doing this just so that they could flirt...even though that would be fine...
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The shock of the sudden warm softness of her fingers resting against his gave an unprecedented jolt up his arm. He pulled back immediately out of shock, thinking she had hold of the cup. She didn’t, apparently. The cup tumbled, the dice scattered, and it was his turn to scoop them up. Doing this incredibly fast, he then set the cup on the table to make sure that there were no further accidents.
He kept his eyes on the dice that spilled across the table, this time, rather than meeting her gaze. It was stupid, he knew, because they were more than likely going to be married. And that meant he’d touch her more than just a simple brush of the fingers. But still. That was more contact with a prospective bride than he’d ever had and he flexed his hand as he rested it under the table.
Her hope that he’d not noticed her embarrassment was a vain one. There was no way not to notice the pink creeping into her cheeks. Although, as she rolled and, at least didn’t win the game right off, he leaned a little closer to the table, despite himself. Her reroll gave her what she needed and he was just a touch smug as he took the cup this time.
Hopefully he could win right off...but in a game of chance, that was the best he could do. Hope. Shaking the cup, he let the dice roll as they would. Biting his lower lip until it disappeared behind his top teeth, he surveyed what he’d gotten. His face lit up. “HA!” he crowed, loudly. “Caravan!” The rest of the games didn’t matter. He’d at least proved he was able to play this one. “I win this round! - what?” Her question finally sunk in. “Oh. Uh, no, I’m afraid not. Just by donkey. I don’t suppose you have?”
He passed the cup back across the table with just two fingers to prevent their hands touching again. The last thing he wanted was for her to think that he was doing this just so that they could flirt...even though that would be fine...
The shock of the sudden warm softness of her fingers resting against his gave an unprecedented jolt up his arm. He pulled back immediately out of shock, thinking she had hold of the cup. She didn’t, apparently. The cup tumbled, the dice scattered, and it was his turn to scoop them up. Doing this incredibly fast, he then set the cup on the table to make sure that there were no further accidents.
He kept his eyes on the dice that spilled across the table, this time, rather than meeting her gaze. It was stupid, he knew, because they were more than likely going to be married. And that meant he’d touch her more than just a simple brush of the fingers. But still. That was more contact with a prospective bride than he’d ever had and he flexed his hand as he rested it under the table.
Her hope that he’d not noticed her embarrassment was a vain one. There was no way not to notice the pink creeping into her cheeks. Although, as she rolled and, at least didn’t win the game right off, he leaned a little closer to the table, despite himself. Her reroll gave her what she needed and he was just a touch smug as he took the cup this time.
Hopefully he could win right off...but in a game of chance, that was the best he could do. Hope. Shaking the cup, he let the dice roll as they would. Biting his lower lip until it disappeared behind his top teeth, he surveyed what he’d gotten. His face lit up. “HA!” he crowed, loudly. “Caravan!” The rest of the games didn’t matter. He’d at least proved he was able to play this one. “I win this round! - what?” Her question finally sunk in. “Oh. Uh, no, I’m afraid not. Just by donkey. I don’t suppose you have?”
He passed the cup back across the table with just two fingers to prevent their hands touching again. The last thing he wanted was for her to think that he was doing this just so that they could flirt...even though that would be fine...
Maeri took the cup of dice and began shaking it as she considered the question that Amiti posed. “No, I haven’t either ...only with my….” at that moment, the clatter of dice across the table and the floor interrupted her thoughts. It seemed that in thinking of an answer to Amiti’s question, she had neglected to pay attention to what her hands had been doing. Apparently she had not kept her hand covering the top of the dice cup allowing the dice to escape and fly everywhere.
Again, Maeri found herself crawling on the floor to retrieve the dice. She worried that perhaps she was embarrassing herself in front of Amiti, and her cheeks flushed red, and she made her way back over to the table. “It’s not...I don’t normally throw things all over the place.” Maeri asserted, as if pointing this out to Amiti might make up for her mistake. She didn’t want him to think her so clumsy as she seemed to be today. In truth, she was clumsy, but it wasn’t a trait of hers that she particularly wanted to display to a future husband.
As soon as she collected the dice back into the cup, she began to shake the dice again, this time her hand clamped tightly, perhaps even too tightly over the top. She wanted to be absolutely sure that she didn’t throw the dice all over the room again. On her first roll, she got a six and a four and returned a pair of threes and a two to the cup. She shook the cup again studiously, not wanting to provide another opportunity for embarrassment. This roll gave her the five that she needed, along with a three and a one. “That’s a caravan,” she said with a grin, but lacking her previous enthusiasm, the humiliation of not being able to talk and roll dice at the same time still fresh in her mind.
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Maeri took the cup of dice and began shaking it as she considered the question that Amiti posed. “No, I haven’t either ...only with my….” at that moment, the clatter of dice across the table and the floor interrupted her thoughts. It seemed that in thinking of an answer to Amiti’s question, she had neglected to pay attention to what her hands had been doing. Apparently she had not kept her hand covering the top of the dice cup allowing the dice to escape and fly everywhere.
Again, Maeri found herself crawling on the floor to retrieve the dice. She worried that perhaps she was embarrassing herself in front of Amiti, and her cheeks flushed red, and she made her way back over to the table. “It’s not...I don’t normally throw things all over the place.” Maeri asserted, as if pointing this out to Amiti might make up for her mistake. She didn’t want him to think her so clumsy as she seemed to be today. In truth, she was clumsy, but it wasn’t a trait of hers that she particularly wanted to display to a future husband.
As soon as she collected the dice back into the cup, she began to shake the dice again, this time her hand clamped tightly, perhaps even too tightly over the top. She wanted to be absolutely sure that she didn’t throw the dice all over the room again. On her first roll, she got a six and a four and returned a pair of threes and a two to the cup. She shook the cup again studiously, not wanting to provide another opportunity for embarrassment. This roll gave her the five that she needed, along with a three and a one. “That’s a caravan,” she said with a grin, but lacking her previous enthusiasm, the humiliation of not being able to talk and roll dice at the same time still fresh in her mind.
Maeri took the cup of dice and began shaking it as she considered the question that Amiti posed. “No, I haven’t either ...only with my….” at that moment, the clatter of dice across the table and the floor interrupted her thoughts. It seemed that in thinking of an answer to Amiti’s question, she had neglected to pay attention to what her hands had been doing. Apparently she had not kept her hand covering the top of the dice cup allowing the dice to escape and fly everywhere.
Again, Maeri found herself crawling on the floor to retrieve the dice. She worried that perhaps she was embarrassing herself in front of Amiti, and her cheeks flushed red, and she made her way back over to the table. “It’s not...I don’t normally throw things all over the place.” Maeri asserted, as if pointing this out to Amiti might make up for her mistake. She didn’t want him to think her so clumsy as she seemed to be today. In truth, she was clumsy, but it wasn’t a trait of hers that she particularly wanted to display to a future husband.
As soon as she collected the dice back into the cup, she began to shake the dice again, this time her hand clamped tightly, perhaps even too tightly over the top. She wanted to be absolutely sure that she didn’t throw the dice all over the room again. On her first roll, she got a six and a four and returned a pair of threes and a two to the cup. She shook the cup again studiously, not wanting to provide another opportunity for embarrassment. This roll gave her the five that she needed, along with a three and a one. “That’s a caravan,” she said with a grin, but lacking her previous enthusiasm, the humiliation of not being able to talk and roll dice at the same time still fresh in her mind.
He wasn’t surprised in the least by her answer that she’d never been in a caravan. Actually, he’d have been more surprised if she said yes. This, of course, would have led to a lot of questioning, such as what her mother and her father’s other wife had been up to that required them to travel like that - and with three daughters in tow. No, it was better that she’d never been in one but, if she and he were to be married, he could make that little dream of hers an easy reality. After all, he didn’t want to stay in Damascus his entire life. He wanted a more prestigious position. Perhaps something in Israel or Jerusalem. A bigger city.
When she spilled the dice again, her fear that he’d think her a little clumsy came true. Once or twice? Sure. But the was becoming habitual and he reached out to help her gather them up out of niceness by this point, rather than thinking it was an adorable slip up. He was pleased to see that she’d made sure not to do it again, though. Obviously she could learn from mistakes, and that was a good trait. Besides. Her blushes made her pretty. Not that her being pretty was necessary to marriage but it was a nice bonus.
At least, for now. Depending on her behavior in future, it might not be. Pretty women were probably the least trustworthy of any, if his mother was anything to go by.
Her change in demeanor made him pause and not actually roll the dice for his turn. “What’s the matter?” She wasn’t bouncing up and down on her pillow like she had been. Merely smiling. Being a politician, and needing to notice the merest hint of change in people, he did not miss hers. “Is something wrong?”
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He wasn’t surprised in the least by her answer that she’d never been in a caravan. Actually, he’d have been more surprised if she said yes. This, of course, would have led to a lot of questioning, such as what her mother and her father’s other wife had been up to that required them to travel like that - and with three daughters in tow. No, it was better that she’d never been in one but, if she and he were to be married, he could make that little dream of hers an easy reality. After all, he didn’t want to stay in Damascus his entire life. He wanted a more prestigious position. Perhaps something in Israel or Jerusalem. A bigger city.
When she spilled the dice again, her fear that he’d think her a little clumsy came true. Once or twice? Sure. But the was becoming habitual and he reached out to help her gather them up out of niceness by this point, rather than thinking it was an adorable slip up. He was pleased to see that she’d made sure not to do it again, though. Obviously she could learn from mistakes, and that was a good trait. Besides. Her blushes made her pretty. Not that her being pretty was necessary to marriage but it was a nice bonus.
At least, for now. Depending on her behavior in future, it might not be. Pretty women were probably the least trustworthy of any, if his mother was anything to go by.
Her change in demeanor made him pause and not actually roll the dice for his turn. “What’s the matter?” She wasn’t bouncing up and down on her pillow like she had been. Merely smiling. Being a politician, and needing to notice the merest hint of change in people, he did not miss hers. “Is something wrong?”
He wasn’t surprised in the least by her answer that she’d never been in a caravan. Actually, he’d have been more surprised if she said yes. This, of course, would have led to a lot of questioning, such as what her mother and her father’s other wife had been up to that required them to travel like that - and with three daughters in tow. No, it was better that she’d never been in one but, if she and he were to be married, he could make that little dream of hers an easy reality. After all, he didn’t want to stay in Damascus his entire life. He wanted a more prestigious position. Perhaps something in Israel or Jerusalem. A bigger city.
When she spilled the dice again, her fear that he’d think her a little clumsy came true. Once or twice? Sure. But the was becoming habitual and he reached out to help her gather them up out of niceness by this point, rather than thinking it was an adorable slip up. He was pleased to see that she’d made sure not to do it again, though. Obviously she could learn from mistakes, and that was a good trait. Besides. Her blushes made her pretty. Not that her being pretty was necessary to marriage but it was a nice bonus.
At least, for now. Depending on her behavior in future, it might not be. Pretty women were probably the least trustworthy of any, if his mother was anything to go by.
Her change in demeanor made him pause and not actually roll the dice for his turn. “What’s the matter?” She wasn’t bouncing up and down on her pillow like she had been. Merely smiling. Being a politician, and needing to notice the merest hint of change in people, he did not miss hers. “Is something wrong?”
While normally Maeri might want someone to notice when she was feeling upset, this was definitely not the time where she wanted it to be a topic of conversation. Maeri was used to her embarrassments being overlooked and managing to slink off to the sidelines when things went wrong, but here in this one on one interaction, she found herself thrust painfully into the spotlight.
Maeri blushed deeper as she stumbled over her answer to Amiti. “Oh it’s not ...I was just worried you…” No this was going wrong, she didn’t want to accuse Amiti of doing anything wrong. “I mean…I was worried that I might have....” Maeri took up one of the dice and started fidgeting with it in her fingers. She wished that the ground would just open up and swallow her right on the spot, and yet for some reason, she seemed incapable of stopping her mouth from continuing moving. “I didn’t want you to think that I was particularly stupid…or incapable of playing even a simple game correctly.” If only there was some way to escape this situation. Maeri’s arms drew in front of her, almost as if she could contract in on herself and disappear out of existence.
Maeri looked up hopefully in the direction of her sister, that Nedevah might save her from this but she was thoroughly engaged in her own conversation and didn’t seem to notice Maeri’s awkward floundering conversation. Instead of looking back at Amiti, Maeri looked at the floor, her face still burning in shame. She knew she shouldn’t have said anything at all. What would he think of her now, admitting that she was scared about something so silly as not being able to roll dice well? She was certain at this point that this was going to be the last straw and he would decide he couldn’t marry her after all.
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While normally Maeri might want someone to notice when she was feeling upset, this was definitely not the time where she wanted it to be a topic of conversation. Maeri was used to her embarrassments being overlooked and managing to slink off to the sidelines when things went wrong, but here in this one on one interaction, she found herself thrust painfully into the spotlight.
Maeri blushed deeper as she stumbled over her answer to Amiti. “Oh it’s not ...I was just worried you…” No this was going wrong, she didn’t want to accuse Amiti of doing anything wrong. “I mean…I was worried that I might have....” Maeri took up one of the dice and started fidgeting with it in her fingers. She wished that the ground would just open up and swallow her right on the spot, and yet for some reason, she seemed incapable of stopping her mouth from continuing moving. “I didn’t want you to think that I was particularly stupid…or incapable of playing even a simple game correctly.” If only there was some way to escape this situation. Maeri’s arms drew in front of her, almost as if she could contract in on herself and disappear out of existence.
Maeri looked up hopefully in the direction of her sister, that Nedevah might save her from this but she was thoroughly engaged in her own conversation and didn’t seem to notice Maeri’s awkward floundering conversation. Instead of looking back at Amiti, Maeri looked at the floor, her face still burning in shame. She knew she shouldn’t have said anything at all. What would he think of her now, admitting that she was scared about something so silly as not being able to roll dice well? She was certain at this point that this was going to be the last straw and he would decide he couldn’t marry her after all.
While normally Maeri might want someone to notice when she was feeling upset, this was definitely not the time where she wanted it to be a topic of conversation. Maeri was used to her embarrassments being overlooked and managing to slink off to the sidelines when things went wrong, but here in this one on one interaction, she found herself thrust painfully into the spotlight.
Maeri blushed deeper as she stumbled over her answer to Amiti. “Oh it’s not ...I was just worried you…” No this was going wrong, she didn’t want to accuse Amiti of doing anything wrong. “I mean…I was worried that I might have....” Maeri took up one of the dice and started fidgeting with it in her fingers. She wished that the ground would just open up and swallow her right on the spot, and yet for some reason, she seemed incapable of stopping her mouth from continuing moving. “I didn’t want you to think that I was particularly stupid…or incapable of playing even a simple game correctly.” If only there was some way to escape this situation. Maeri’s arms drew in front of her, almost as if she could contract in on herself and disappear out of existence.
Maeri looked up hopefully in the direction of her sister, that Nedevah might save her from this but she was thoroughly engaged in her own conversation and didn’t seem to notice Maeri’s awkward floundering conversation. Instead of looking back at Amiti, Maeri looked at the floor, her face still burning in shame. She knew she shouldn’t have said anything at all. What would he think of her now, admitting that she was scared about something so silly as not being able to roll dice well? She was certain at this point that this was going to be the last straw and he would decide he couldn’t marry her after all.
He frowned, both for her picking up the dice because it wasn’t her turn, and also because she seemed to be well and truly troubled. What could possibly be the matter from one moment to the next? Was it something he did? Something he said? He’d been being so careful to try and impress her. What had he done wrong that had taken her from such a happy, bubbly person to someone who looked like she wanted to be anywhere else?
On the other hand, he found himself noticing that she looked very sweet and cute when she blushed this hard. He didn’t want that to influence anything but he was quite distracted by it. This was something very new and he wasn’t sure what to do with the feeling except to think that this was perfectly normal. If they were to be engaged and married, how else should he feel or see her? Obviously he would not let her make a fool of him the way his father had allowed his mother to do, but at the same time, he trusted his own judgement, and his father’s more refined one. They wouldn’t have picked a devious woman. They were looking for good families and signs - things that made her very different from his own mother. These were all in her favor, of course, as was her bashfulness. Or what he was taking as bashfulness.
“The dice?” He looked down at then back up at her. “I hardly think it’s a sin to drop dice. You’re nervous and I’m sorry to make you feel that I would bring down fiery judgement on you for dropping something?” He felt like he should reach across the table and give her a little pat but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch her or not.
“You’ve never played this game before. I do not think you’re stupid and if you haven’t noticed, you’ve been winning most of them. I was afraid you would think I am a fool...but then I just bore in mind it’s a game of chance. It’s out of my control. See? No ability to be stupid in a game such as this one.” Now he really did reach across and give her hand a chaste pat in order to calm her down.
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He frowned, both for her picking up the dice because it wasn’t her turn, and also because she seemed to be well and truly troubled. What could possibly be the matter from one moment to the next? Was it something he did? Something he said? He’d been being so careful to try and impress her. What had he done wrong that had taken her from such a happy, bubbly person to someone who looked like she wanted to be anywhere else?
On the other hand, he found himself noticing that she looked very sweet and cute when she blushed this hard. He didn’t want that to influence anything but he was quite distracted by it. This was something very new and he wasn’t sure what to do with the feeling except to think that this was perfectly normal. If they were to be engaged and married, how else should he feel or see her? Obviously he would not let her make a fool of him the way his father had allowed his mother to do, but at the same time, he trusted his own judgement, and his father’s more refined one. They wouldn’t have picked a devious woman. They were looking for good families and signs - things that made her very different from his own mother. These were all in her favor, of course, as was her bashfulness. Or what he was taking as bashfulness.
“The dice?” He looked down at then back up at her. “I hardly think it’s a sin to drop dice. You’re nervous and I’m sorry to make you feel that I would bring down fiery judgement on you for dropping something?” He felt like he should reach across the table and give her a little pat but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch her or not.
“You’ve never played this game before. I do not think you’re stupid and if you haven’t noticed, you’ve been winning most of them. I was afraid you would think I am a fool...but then I just bore in mind it’s a game of chance. It’s out of my control. See? No ability to be stupid in a game such as this one.” Now he really did reach across and give her hand a chaste pat in order to calm her down.
He frowned, both for her picking up the dice because it wasn’t her turn, and also because she seemed to be well and truly troubled. What could possibly be the matter from one moment to the next? Was it something he did? Something he said? He’d been being so careful to try and impress her. What had he done wrong that had taken her from such a happy, bubbly person to someone who looked like she wanted to be anywhere else?
On the other hand, he found himself noticing that she looked very sweet and cute when she blushed this hard. He didn’t want that to influence anything but he was quite distracted by it. This was something very new and he wasn’t sure what to do with the feeling except to think that this was perfectly normal. If they were to be engaged and married, how else should he feel or see her? Obviously he would not let her make a fool of him the way his father had allowed his mother to do, but at the same time, he trusted his own judgement, and his father’s more refined one. They wouldn’t have picked a devious woman. They were looking for good families and signs - things that made her very different from his own mother. These were all in her favor, of course, as was her bashfulness. Or what he was taking as bashfulness.
“The dice?” He looked down at then back up at her. “I hardly think it’s a sin to drop dice. You’re nervous and I’m sorry to make you feel that I would bring down fiery judgement on you for dropping something?” He felt like he should reach across the table and give her a little pat but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch her or not.
“You’ve never played this game before. I do not think you’re stupid and if you haven’t noticed, you’ve been winning most of them. I was afraid you would think I am a fool...but then I just bore in mind it’s a game of chance. It’s out of my control. See? No ability to be stupid in a game such as this one.” Now he really did reach across and give her hand a chaste pat in order to calm her down.
Maeri tentatively smiled as Amiti laid out all the reasons that she wasn’t making a complete fool of herself. Perhaps it was a good sign that her future husband had that kind of confidence in her. The touch from Amiti startled her slightly with the unfamiliarity of a man’s touch, but she didn’t pull away. Normally it would be considered unacceptable for men and women to be in close physical contact, but given that it was expected that they would be married soon, it couldn’t be that bad a thing, could it? At least it meant that she was being reassured.
Maeri took another couple of moments to convince herself that he was genuine in his words and not just being patronizing before she replied. “No it’s not that I expected you to be angry with me,” Maeri admitted, quietly. She was still somewhat afraid that he would find her concerns silly. “I just wanted you to like me.” Maeri looked down a bit, not quite meeting his eye. “I know sometimes I can be awkward and annoying and….I don’t think I could bear it if my husband felt that way about me.”
Suddenly, Maeri realized that she had said too much. How could he ever take her seriously now? She blushed bright red and she knew that she had to be anywhere else. She stood up hurriedly. “I apologize,” she said and she turned and retreated to the safety of her sister and Amiti’s cousin. The pair looked at her with concern as she approached. “What’s wrong? What happened?” Nedevah asked her sister gently. Maeri, however, didn’t think that she could bear the shame of repeating what she had done. Instead, she hugged her sister tightly, trying to hide from everyone. Nedevah held her sister tight. “Don’t worry, it’s ok,” Nedevah said softly to Maeri while eying Amiti suspiciously over Maeri’s head.
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Maeri tentatively smiled as Amiti laid out all the reasons that she wasn’t making a complete fool of herself. Perhaps it was a good sign that her future husband had that kind of confidence in her. The touch from Amiti startled her slightly with the unfamiliarity of a man’s touch, but she didn’t pull away. Normally it would be considered unacceptable for men and women to be in close physical contact, but given that it was expected that they would be married soon, it couldn’t be that bad a thing, could it? At least it meant that she was being reassured.
Maeri took another couple of moments to convince herself that he was genuine in his words and not just being patronizing before she replied. “No it’s not that I expected you to be angry with me,” Maeri admitted, quietly. She was still somewhat afraid that he would find her concerns silly. “I just wanted you to like me.” Maeri looked down a bit, not quite meeting his eye. “I know sometimes I can be awkward and annoying and….I don’t think I could bear it if my husband felt that way about me.”
Suddenly, Maeri realized that she had said too much. How could he ever take her seriously now? She blushed bright red and she knew that she had to be anywhere else. She stood up hurriedly. “I apologize,” she said and she turned and retreated to the safety of her sister and Amiti’s cousin. The pair looked at her with concern as she approached. “What’s wrong? What happened?” Nedevah asked her sister gently. Maeri, however, didn’t think that she could bear the shame of repeating what she had done. Instead, she hugged her sister tightly, trying to hide from everyone. Nedevah held her sister tight. “Don’t worry, it’s ok,” Nedevah said softly to Maeri while eying Amiti suspiciously over Maeri’s head.
Maeri tentatively smiled as Amiti laid out all the reasons that she wasn’t making a complete fool of herself. Perhaps it was a good sign that her future husband had that kind of confidence in her. The touch from Amiti startled her slightly with the unfamiliarity of a man’s touch, but she didn’t pull away. Normally it would be considered unacceptable for men and women to be in close physical contact, but given that it was expected that they would be married soon, it couldn’t be that bad a thing, could it? At least it meant that she was being reassured.
Maeri took another couple of moments to convince herself that he was genuine in his words and not just being patronizing before she replied. “No it’s not that I expected you to be angry with me,” Maeri admitted, quietly. She was still somewhat afraid that he would find her concerns silly. “I just wanted you to like me.” Maeri looked down a bit, not quite meeting his eye. “I know sometimes I can be awkward and annoying and….I don’t think I could bear it if my husband felt that way about me.”
Suddenly, Maeri realized that she had said too much. How could he ever take her seriously now? She blushed bright red and she knew that she had to be anywhere else. She stood up hurriedly. “I apologize,” she said and she turned and retreated to the safety of her sister and Amiti’s cousin. The pair looked at her with concern as she approached. “What’s wrong? What happened?” Nedevah asked her sister gently. Maeri, however, didn’t think that she could bear the shame of repeating what she had done. Instead, she hugged her sister tightly, trying to hide from everyone. Nedevah held her sister tight. “Don’t worry, it’s ok,” Nedevah said softly to Maeri while eying Amiti suspiciously over Maeri’s head.
He hadn’t expected his touch to startle her, but she didn’t jerk her hand back, which he took as a good sign. She didn’t speak for a few minutes and he watched her thoughts flitting across her face. It was fascinating. Not in words, exactly, but he could quite literally tell what she was thinking while she was thinking it. Everything in her expression betrayed her mind. Her eyes on their hands, her blush, her brows coming together, then relaxing, then furrowing again, then relaxing, like she was coaxing herself to be alright. It was adorable.
“No it’s not that I expected you to be angry with me. I just wanted you to like me. I know sometimes I can be awkward and annoying and….I don’t think I could bear it if my husband felt that way about me.”
He parted his lips to assure her, in no uncertain terms, that he could never be angry with her but she was already brilliant red and muttering an apology. Her hand slipped from his and he watched in dismay as she darted from the table. Rising to his feet, he watched her hugging her cousin and suddenly he felt like a villain. He shouldn’t have touched her. That was obviously the wrong move.
Amiti’s eyes widened when Nedevah eyed him. He swallowed hard and pulled at his beard in concern. Again, he regretted patting her hand. That had been idiotic. To assuage Nedevah and Tabitha, he smiled and raised a hand. “We touched.” Tabitha frowned at him. He amended that statement immediately. “Hands. I touched her hand.”
Tabitha resisted the urge to roll her eyes and then glanced at Nedevah over Maeri’s head, unsure of how that would be taken.
Amiti, meanwhile, bent down to retrieve the dice and place them back into the cup. Obviously the game was over. However, he wasn’t going to allow her to retreat that way and leave this off on the wrong foot. They were going to be married, after all, and she’d have to get used to having more than just her hand patted.
“Maeri, come here, please.” He used the kind of firm tone with her that he did for his day to day politics type of conversations. She was cute and pretty and adorable, but he wasn’t going to allow her to act like a child, either.
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He hadn’t expected his touch to startle her, but she didn’t jerk her hand back, which he took as a good sign. She didn’t speak for a few minutes and he watched her thoughts flitting across her face. It was fascinating. Not in words, exactly, but he could quite literally tell what she was thinking while she was thinking it. Everything in her expression betrayed her mind. Her eyes on their hands, her blush, her brows coming together, then relaxing, then furrowing again, then relaxing, like she was coaxing herself to be alright. It was adorable.
“No it’s not that I expected you to be angry with me. I just wanted you to like me. I know sometimes I can be awkward and annoying and….I don’t think I could bear it if my husband felt that way about me.”
He parted his lips to assure her, in no uncertain terms, that he could never be angry with her but she was already brilliant red and muttering an apology. Her hand slipped from his and he watched in dismay as she darted from the table. Rising to his feet, he watched her hugging her cousin and suddenly he felt like a villain. He shouldn’t have touched her. That was obviously the wrong move.
Amiti’s eyes widened when Nedevah eyed him. He swallowed hard and pulled at his beard in concern. Again, he regretted patting her hand. That had been idiotic. To assuage Nedevah and Tabitha, he smiled and raised a hand. “We touched.” Tabitha frowned at him. He amended that statement immediately. “Hands. I touched her hand.”
Tabitha resisted the urge to roll her eyes and then glanced at Nedevah over Maeri’s head, unsure of how that would be taken.
Amiti, meanwhile, bent down to retrieve the dice and place them back into the cup. Obviously the game was over. However, he wasn’t going to allow her to retreat that way and leave this off on the wrong foot. They were going to be married, after all, and she’d have to get used to having more than just her hand patted.
“Maeri, come here, please.” He used the kind of firm tone with her that he did for his day to day politics type of conversations. She was cute and pretty and adorable, but he wasn’t going to allow her to act like a child, either.
He hadn’t expected his touch to startle her, but she didn’t jerk her hand back, which he took as a good sign. She didn’t speak for a few minutes and he watched her thoughts flitting across her face. It was fascinating. Not in words, exactly, but he could quite literally tell what she was thinking while she was thinking it. Everything in her expression betrayed her mind. Her eyes on their hands, her blush, her brows coming together, then relaxing, then furrowing again, then relaxing, like she was coaxing herself to be alright. It was adorable.
“No it’s not that I expected you to be angry with me. I just wanted you to like me. I know sometimes I can be awkward and annoying and….I don’t think I could bear it if my husband felt that way about me.”
He parted his lips to assure her, in no uncertain terms, that he could never be angry with her but she was already brilliant red and muttering an apology. Her hand slipped from his and he watched in dismay as she darted from the table. Rising to his feet, he watched her hugging her cousin and suddenly he felt like a villain. He shouldn’t have touched her. That was obviously the wrong move.
Amiti’s eyes widened when Nedevah eyed him. He swallowed hard and pulled at his beard in concern. Again, he regretted patting her hand. That had been idiotic. To assuage Nedevah and Tabitha, he smiled and raised a hand. “We touched.” Tabitha frowned at him. He amended that statement immediately. “Hands. I touched her hand.”
Tabitha resisted the urge to roll her eyes and then glanced at Nedevah over Maeri’s head, unsure of how that would be taken.
Amiti, meanwhile, bent down to retrieve the dice and place them back into the cup. Obviously the game was over. However, he wasn’t going to allow her to retreat that way and leave this off on the wrong foot. They were going to be married, after all, and she’d have to get used to having more than just her hand patted.
“Maeri, come here, please.” He used the kind of firm tone with her that he did for his day to day politics type of conversations. She was cute and pretty and adorable, but he wasn’t going to allow her to act like a child, either.