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Trying to make herself appear as small and insignificant as she could, Hannah was determined to melt into the background that her position as a slave had been telling her she deserved. This was not where she wished to be anymore and had already drawn enough attention to herself. If she were to be the subject of speculation regarding her usefulness as a slave; if rumours were to be spoken of her being seditious or rebellious...
She felt her missing fingers seem to ache in memory...
Luckily for her, those who were turning upon her with judging eyes were Judean and not Greek. Her experience of the soldiers now living away from home, was that of men desperate to enact control and stamp out injustice or criminal behaviour wherever they saw it.
The Councilman who faced her now, however, was potentially a man of more reason, a man who would listen to explanation rather than immediate condemn.
Even if it was a small step in the appropriate direction, Hannah was able to sense that she was regaining ground in his favour through her suggestion to turn the Egyptian towards the harbour and she felt the ache in her hand ease, her heart slow down from its panicked flutter down to a calming beat.
She nodded and bowed her head in a respectful gesture, her eyes still worrisome from between the sheets of her mask but otherwise her demeanour calm with the acceptance of the task bestowed to her.
"Yes, Councilman." She obeyed with a tone of reverance and subservience. She kept her head low as she didn't respond to the question about her master - which appeared to be rhetorical - and simply accepted the responsibility she had been given by a man who outranked her master. She might be given a hiding for returning back later than expected but there was little she could do to avoid that now. Better to follow the orders she was given by those still more powerful than he who held her leash and not draw upon herself the wrath of two supposedly just men.
Keeping her shoulders bowed and her head down, Hannah moved herself steadily backwards, away from the issue and situation. Her eyes glanced towards the hanging arm with a moment of sympathy, the bottom of her belly disappearing in a cloud of awkward anxiety. She had entered into this hoping to help and had only succeeded in putting herself at risk.
It wasn't until the Greek captain came out and told them to leave, however, that Hannah stumbled backwards. Her hands reached out to jerk towards the Egyptian - not touching him but summoning him to follow her quickly. Her feet almost tripped over themselves in an effort to get away faster, her robes a cumbersome hindrance.
Grecian soldiers did not always listen to a fair explanation. They acted as they wished and sought answers later. She could attest to that... and the appearance of one now, with evidence of crimes literally hanging over their heads... Terror shot through every limb and muscle and spurred Hannah to getting away as quickly as she could...
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Trying to make herself appear as small and insignificant as she could, Hannah was determined to melt into the background that her position as a slave had been telling her she deserved. This was not where she wished to be anymore and had already drawn enough attention to herself. If she were to be the subject of speculation regarding her usefulness as a slave; if rumours were to be spoken of her being seditious or rebellious...
She felt her missing fingers seem to ache in memory...
Luckily for her, those who were turning upon her with judging eyes were Judean and not Greek. Her experience of the soldiers now living away from home, was that of men desperate to enact control and stamp out injustice or criminal behaviour wherever they saw it.
The Councilman who faced her now, however, was potentially a man of more reason, a man who would listen to explanation rather than immediate condemn.
Even if it was a small step in the appropriate direction, Hannah was able to sense that she was regaining ground in his favour through her suggestion to turn the Egyptian towards the harbour and she felt the ache in her hand ease, her heart slow down from its panicked flutter down to a calming beat.
She nodded and bowed her head in a respectful gesture, her eyes still worrisome from between the sheets of her mask but otherwise her demeanour calm with the acceptance of the task bestowed to her.
"Yes, Councilman." She obeyed with a tone of reverance and subservience. She kept her head low as she didn't respond to the question about her master - which appeared to be rhetorical - and simply accepted the responsibility she had been given by a man who outranked her master. She might be given a hiding for returning back later than expected but there was little she could do to avoid that now. Better to follow the orders she was given by those still more powerful than he who held her leash and not draw upon herself the wrath of two supposedly just men.
Keeping her shoulders bowed and her head down, Hannah moved herself steadily backwards, away from the issue and situation. Her eyes glanced towards the hanging arm with a moment of sympathy, the bottom of her belly disappearing in a cloud of awkward anxiety. She had entered into this hoping to help and had only succeeded in putting herself at risk.
It wasn't until the Greek captain came out and told them to leave, however, that Hannah stumbled backwards. Her hands reached out to jerk towards the Egyptian - not touching him but summoning him to follow her quickly. Her feet almost tripped over themselves in an effort to get away faster, her robes a cumbersome hindrance.
Grecian soldiers did not always listen to a fair explanation. They acted as they wished and sought answers later. She could attest to that... and the appearance of one now, with evidence of crimes literally hanging over their heads... Terror shot through every limb and muscle and spurred Hannah to getting away as quickly as she could...
Trying to make herself appear as small and insignificant as she could, Hannah was determined to melt into the background that her position as a slave had been telling her she deserved. This was not where she wished to be anymore and had already drawn enough attention to herself. If she were to be the subject of speculation regarding her usefulness as a slave; if rumours were to be spoken of her being seditious or rebellious...
She felt her missing fingers seem to ache in memory...
Luckily for her, those who were turning upon her with judging eyes were Judean and not Greek. Her experience of the soldiers now living away from home, was that of men desperate to enact control and stamp out injustice or criminal behaviour wherever they saw it.
The Councilman who faced her now, however, was potentially a man of more reason, a man who would listen to explanation rather than immediate condemn.
Even if it was a small step in the appropriate direction, Hannah was able to sense that she was regaining ground in his favour through her suggestion to turn the Egyptian towards the harbour and she felt the ache in her hand ease, her heart slow down from its panicked flutter down to a calming beat.
She nodded and bowed her head in a respectful gesture, her eyes still worrisome from between the sheets of her mask but otherwise her demeanour calm with the acceptance of the task bestowed to her.
"Yes, Councilman." She obeyed with a tone of reverance and subservience. She kept her head low as she didn't respond to the question about her master - which appeared to be rhetorical - and simply accepted the responsibility she had been given by a man who outranked her master. She might be given a hiding for returning back later than expected but there was little she could do to avoid that now. Better to follow the orders she was given by those still more powerful than he who held her leash and not draw upon herself the wrath of two supposedly just men.
Keeping her shoulders bowed and her head down, Hannah moved herself steadily backwards, away from the issue and situation. Her eyes glanced towards the hanging arm with a moment of sympathy, the bottom of her belly disappearing in a cloud of awkward anxiety. She had entered into this hoping to help and had only succeeded in putting herself at risk.
It wasn't until the Greek captain came out and told them to leave, however, that Hannah stumbled backwards. Her hands reached out to jerk towards the Egyptian - not touching him but summoning him to follow her quickly. Her feet almost tripped over themselves in an effort to get away faster, her robes a cumbersome hindrance.
Grecian soldiers did not always listen to a fair explanation. They acted as they wished and sought answers later. She could attest to that... and the appearance of one now, with evidence of crimes literally hanging over their heads... Terror shot through every limb and muscle and spurred Hannah to getting away as quickly as she could...
Maeri was relieved when the woman knew where the Egyptian would be able to find water to wash. She knew her own faltering answer wasn’t the best instructions for the man, and she was saved from the awkwardness of her ignorance by the woman’s better directions. Nevertheless, the Egyptian still thanked her for her own kindness and smiled a bit in return.
When Amiti addressed her, Maeri wasn’t sure how to respond. All of Maeri’s life she had been told to stay sweet and be kind to others. This was the first she’d ever heard of the concept of being too kind. She hadn’t even known that that was possible. In fact, she was kind of confused when Amiti scolded her on the subject. “Oh I’m sorry,” she furrowed her brow a bit, unsure what she was supposed to say to that. “Is that a bad thing, to be too kind?” Maeri asked. The question was genuine. “It’s only, I’ve never heard anyone say it was bad to be kind before.” She was still confused, but she tried her best not to show it as Amiti turned his own attention to the foreigner.
He seemed so confident in his decisions on how he dealt with the man and his questions. She knew that her mother had chosen a good husband for her. Maeri was never very decisive, so it would be good to have a husband who would be good at making decisions if they wanted to have a productively and godly household.
It was then that the Greek soldier addressed the crowd ordering them all back to their homes. Maeri looked around nervously. She didn’t want to make any fuss, but Rayla had yet to return. She looked around frantically, calling out for her dog. “Rayla! Here girl!” Luckily, the dog seemed to be willing to listen this time around. Perhaps it had picked up on the tension of the crowd and was as ready to head home as she was. The little streak of fur bounced around Maeri for a few moments, before then dancing off down the street back towards home, looking back at Maeri as if it dared her to chase it. As much as Maeri wished that she could run after the dog, she didn’t want to look so silly in front of her future husband. Instead, she calmly walked after the dog and back towards home, hoping to remain inconspicuous enough to not draw any attention from the Greeks.
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Maeri was relieved when the woman knew where the Egyptian would be able to find water to wash. She knew her own faltering answer wasn’t the best instructions for the man, and she was saved from the awkwardness of her ignorance by the woman’s better directions. Nevertheless, the Egyptian still thanked her for her own kindness and smiled a bit in return.
When Amiti addressed her, Maeri wasn’t sure how to respond. All of Maeri’s life she had been told to stay sweet and be kind to others. This was the first she’d ever heard of the concept of being too kind. She hadn’t even known that that was possible. In fact, she was kind of confused when Amiti scolded her on the subject. “Oh I’m sorry,” she furrowed her brow a bit, unsure what she was supposed to say to that. “Is that a bad thing, to be too kind?” Maeri asked. The question was genuine. “It’s only, I’ve never heard anyone say it was bad to be kind before.” She was still confused, but she tried her best not to show it as Amiti turned his own attention to the foreigner.
He seemed so confident in his decisions on how he dealt with the man and his questions. She knew that her mother had chosen a good husband for her. Maeri was never very decisive, so it would be good to have a husband who would be good at making decisions if they wanted to have a productively and godly household.
It was then that the Greek soldier addressed the crowd ordering them all back to their homes. Maeri looked around nervously. She didn’t want to make any fuss, but Rayla had yet to return. She looked around frantically, calling out for her dog. “Rayla! Here girl!” Luckily, the dog seemed to be willing to listen this time around. Perhaps it had picked up on the tension of the crowd and was as ready to head home as she was. The little streak of fur bounced around Maeri for a few moments, before then dancing off down the street back towards home, looking back at Maeri as if it dared her to chase it. As much as Maeri wished that she could run after the dog, she didn’t want to look so silly in front of her future husband. Instead, she calmly walked after the dog and back towards home, hoping to remain inconspicuous enough to not draw any attention from the Greeks.
Maeri was relieved when the woman knew where the Egyptian would be able to find water to wash. She knew her own faltering answer wasn’t the best instructions for the man, and she was saved from the awkwardness of her ignorance by the woman’s better directions. Nevertheless, the Egyptian still thanked her for her own kindness and smiled a bit in return.
When Amiti addressed her, Maeri wasn’t sure how to respond. All of Maeri’s life she had been told to stay sweet and be kind to others. This was the first she’d ever heard of the concept of being too kind. She hadn’t even known that that was possible. In fact, she was kind of confused when Amiti scolded her on the subject. “Oh I’m sorry,” she furrowed her brow a bit, unsure what she was supposed to say to that. “Is that a bad thing, to be too kind?” Maeri asked. The question was genuine. “It’s only, I’ve never heard anyone say it was bad to be kind before.” She was still confused, but she tried her best not to show it as Amiti turned his own attention to the foreigner.
He seemed so confident in his decisions on how he dealt with the man and his questions. She knew that her mother had chosen a good husband for her. Maeri was never very decisive, so it would be good to have a husband who would be good at making decisions if they wanted to have a productively and godly household.
It was then that the Greek soldier addressed the crowd ordering them all back to their homes. Maeri looked around nervously. She didn’t want to make any fuss, but Rayla had yet to return. She looked around frantically, calling out for her dog. “Rayla! Here girl!” Luckily, the dog seemed to be willing to listen this time around. Perhaps it had picked up on the tension of the crowd and was as ready to head home as she was. The little streak of fur bounced around Maeri for a few moments, before then dancing off down the street back towards home, looking back at Maeri as if it dared her to chase it. As much as Maeri wished that she could run after the dog, she didn’t want to look so silly in front of her future husband. Instead, she calmly walked after the dog and back towards home, hoping to remain inconspicuous enough to not draw any attention from the Greeks.