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Somra hadn’t slept, like she would be able to sleep with the thought of spiders and the psychotic man who had attacked her being under the same roof as her while she slept. Instead she had silently gone about what ever business was asked of her, speaking as few words as she could to any of them. Once they had settled in for the night, Somra notified them that she would be taking watch on the roof, an excuse she used to put a little distance between herself and the group until she could put a lot of distance between them for good.
And so, once she was sure that there would be no backlash for her suggestion, she’d ascended what was left of the stairs inside the house, and then used one of the partially crumbled walls to climb up onto what remained of the roof of the house with ease. She sat herself down on the other side of the roof where it seemed sturdy enough, blending easily into the dark of night with her muted grey dress and matching grey cloak she had put on before going outside. The hood was pulled up, and she had it pulled in tight around her face, bruises having formed from where Khanh had grabbed her earlier.
She was sure for the first while that one of them would be watching or listening, making sure that she wasn’t leaving them. She wasn’t stupid enough to do so on the same night that she had been attacked, they would be suspicious for a while, she needed to stay around just long enough for them to let their guard down a little and then she could slip away without raising suspicion until she was too far gone for them to do anything about it.
She sat in silence through the night, legs crossed as her dark eyes watched the streets. It was quiet all night, except for a few drunk men here and there, one accompanied by an equally drunk woman. Nothing to cause concern, which made her anger flare up again at the previous events of the night. Her speaking had not drawn anyone to them, and nor would it. There was no one here to draw to their location, and if Khanh wasn’t such an idiot, he would have realized that. Somra would never have done such things to draw attention to them if they were some where that there was attention to draw.
She took a deep breath of the early morning air to try and calm herself, her anger would not do her any good, it would only serve to cause her to potentially make a wrong step and find herself in hot water once more. She needed to keep control of her temper and bide her time with the group until the timing was right.
The sun had just started rising over the horizon, bringing with it the beginnings of light and warmth, and Somra shifted just the smallest bit to make herself comfortable again. She had been sitting up there all night, hardly moving other than the occasional small shift when it was necessary for her own comfort. She felt safer up there, away from the spiders, and being up high felt a little bit like home to her. If she was being honest, she missed performing every day, life felt empty not being able to climb and flip and defy death.
She froze as she heard a noise, the sounds of someone else making their way up to the roof where she sat. With a small movement, she slipped the dagger out from where it was hidden on her ankle, holding it in her hand but keeping it under her cloak so it wasn’t obvious she had it, waiting to see which of them had decided to join her on the roof.
‘Let it be anyone but Khanh.’ She thought to herself, though she didn’t know why Khanh would climb up to see her, unless he decided it was just too much fun torturing her, which she wouldn’t doubt. That look in his eyes when he had grabbed her, she felt goosebumps raise on her skin as she thought about the crazed look he had.
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Somra hadn’t slept, like she would be able to sleep with the thought of spiders and the psychotic man who had attacked her being under the same roof as her while she slept. Instead she had silently gone about what ever business was asked of her, speaking as few words as she could to any of them. Once they had settled in for the night, Somra notified them that she would be taking watch on the roof, an excuse she used to put a little distance between herself and the group until she could put a lot of distance between them for good.
And so, once she was sure that there would be no backlash for her suggestion, she’d ascended what was left of the stairs inside the house, and then used one of the partially crumbled walls to climb up onto what remained of the roof of the house with ease. She sat herself down on the other side of the roof where it seemed sturdy enough, blending easily into the dark of night with her muted grey dress and matching grey cloak she had put on before going outside. The hood was pulled up, and she had it pulled in tight around her face, bruises having formed from where Khanh had grabbed her earlier.
She was sure for the first while that one of them would be watching or listening, making sure that she wasn’t leaving them. She wasn’t stupid enough to do so on the same night that she had been attacked, they would be suspicious for a while, she needed to stay around just long enough for them to let their guard down a little and then she could slip away without raising suspicion until she was too far gone for them to do anything about it.
She sat in silence through the night, legs crossed as her dark eyes watched the streets. It was quiet all night, except for a few drunk men here and there, one accompanied by an equally drunk woman. Nothing to cause concern, which made her anger flare up again at the previous events of the night. Her speaking had not drawn anyone to them, and nor would it. There was no one here to draw to their location, and if Khanh wasn’t such an idiot, he would have realized that. Somra would never have done such things to draw attention to them if they were some where that there was attention to draw.
She took a deep breath of the early morning air to try and calm herself, her anger would not do her any good, it would only serve to cause her to potentially make a wrong step and find herself in hot water once more. She needed to keep control of her temper and bide her time with the group until the timing was right.
The sun had just started rising over the horizon, bringing with it the beginnings of light and warmth, and Somra shifted just the smallest bit to make herself comfortable again. She had been sitting up there all night, hardly moving other than the occasional small shift when it was necessary for her own comfort. She felt safer up there, away from the spiders, and being up high felt a little bit like home to her. If she was being honest, she missed performing every day, life felt empty not being able to climb and flip and defy death.
She froze as she heard a noise, the sounds of someone else making their way up to the roof where she sat. With a small movement, she slipped the dagger out from where it was hidden on her ankle, holding it in her hand but keeping it under her cloak so it wasn’t obvious she had it, waiting to see which of them had decided to join her on the roof.
‘Let it be anyone but Khanh.’ She thought to herself, though she didn’t know why Khanh would climb up to see her, unless he decided it was just too much fun torturing her, which she wouldn’t doubt. That look in his eyes when he had grabbed her, she felt goosebumps raise on her skin as she thought about the crazed look he had.
Somra hadn’t slept, like she would be able to sleep with the thought of spiders and the psychotic man who had attacked her being under the same roof as her while she slept. Instead she had silently gone about what ever business was asked of her, speaking as few words as she could to any of them. Once they had settled in for the night, Somra notified them that she would be taking watch on the roof, an excuse she used to put a little distance between herself and the group until she could put a lot of distance between them for good.
And so, once she was sure that there would be no backlash for her suggestion, she’d ascended what was left of the stairs inside the house, and then used one of the partially crumbled walls to climb up onto what remained of the roof of the house with ease. She sat herself down on the other side of the roof where it seemed sturdy enough, blending easily into the dark of night with her muted grey dress and matching grey cloak she had put on before going outside. The hood was pulled up, and she had it pulled in tight around her face, bruises having formed from where Khanh had grabbed her earlier.
She was sure for the first while that one of them would be watching or listening, making sure that she wasn’t leaving them. She wasn’t stupid enough to do so on the same night that she had been attacked, they would be suspicious for a while, she needed to stay around just long enough for them to let their guard down a little and then she could slip away without raising suspicion until she was too far gone for them to do anything about it.
She sat in silence through the night, legs crossed as her dark eyes watched the streets. It was quiet all night, except for a few drunk men here and there, one accompanied by an equally drunk woman. Nothing to cause concern, which made her anger flare up again at the previous events of the night. Her speaking had not drawn anyone to them, and nor would it. There was no one here to draw to their location, and if Khanh wasn’t such an idiot, he would have realized that. Somra would never have done such things to draw attention to them if they were some where that there was attention to draw.
She took a deep breath of the early morning air to try and calm herself, her anger would not do her any good, it would only serve to cause her to potentially make a wrong step and find herself in hot water once more. She needed to keep control of her temper and bide her time with the group until the timing was right.
The sun had just started rising over the horizon, bringing with it the beginnings of light and warmth, and Somra shifted just the smallest bit to make herself comfortable again. She had been sitting up there all night, hardly moving other than the occasional small shift when it was necessary for her own comfort. She felt safer up there, away from the spiders, and being up high felt a little bit like home to her. If she was being honest, she missed performing every day, life felt empty not being able to climb and flip and defy death.
She froze as she heard a noise, the sounds of someone else making their way up to the roof where she sat. With a small movement, she slipped the dagger out from where it was hidden on her ankle, holding it in her hand but keeping it under her cloak so it wasn’t obvious she had it, waiting to see which of them had decided to join her on the roof.
‘Let it be anyone but Khanh.’ She thought to herself, though she didn’t know why Khanh would climb up to see her, unless he decided it was just too much fun torturing her, which she wouldn’t doubt. That look in his eyes when he had grabbed her, she felt goosebumps raise on her skin as she thought about the crazed look he had.
Having moved around most of his life, he should have been used to falling asleep almost anywhere, but he wasn’t. He needed a few days to acclimate to his surroundings. All night, he’d been lying on the hard boards of the upper floor of the house, listening. For a little while, drunks shouted at each other. Calls chorused through the city, but slowly, the voices died away in the early morning and a sense of calm settled over Colchis.
Rats nosed down below and scuttled along the wooden slats up here. He watched a few of them skulk around in the shadows. One pounced on another and the two rolled around in a fit of squeaks and flying fur. It was impossible to sleep under those conditions. When it became clear that he wasn’t going to actually get real, regenerative, rejuvenating sleep, he sat up and looked around at the rest of them.
Their forms were still in the darkness. Most of them, he was sure, were sleeping. There was really no way to tell with Akhmad. Even in his sleep, the man never cried out or made a sound. Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t even sure he’d ever heard the man so much as snore. Maybe a cough. Once. Maybe. He couldn’t be totally sure.
A bird skittered across the roof and it drew his gaze upward. It was then that he remembered Somra. She was keeping a lookout. Alone. That thought brought him to his feet. He stopped only to slip on his shoes and then made his way in practiced silence along the outskirts of the room toward the entrance to the roof. He was not as small as Somra and his movements were heavier, though no less effective. He just didn’t move quite as silently as she did and his entrance was announced by a few shifting boards.
He could see her at the end of the roof, fidgeting. The way that Greek houses were set up, like most of the mediterranean crescent, their roofs were flat and made up of a strong plaster, held up by support beams. Though the roof looked stable, he picked his way carefully across nonetheless. This building had been touched by the fire, though not consumed by it. There was no telling how thin it might be underneath.
She didn’t need to tell him she was afraid. He could see it in her hunched posture and the furtive glance she’d given the roof entrance when he’d climbed up here. So much fear. It did not bode well for them for her to be so terrified of anything that moved. Not that she had, but if Tiye had made him pull the same stunt as Somra had downstairs, he wouldn’t still find her quaking by morning. He didn’t like the sulking this girl was doing.
Without speaking to her, he walked over and settled cross legged beside her. His gaze was out over the buildings that leaned away from them. Because they were on the lower levels, they were in the shadow of the cliff city’s steppes. There were very few levels between them and the harbor. He watched the masts of the ships bob slowly up and down on the dark water. Even from here, he could see silver rippling on the crests of waves.
“Why did you want to join us?” he asked, keeping his profile to her and his eyes directed forward.
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Having moved around most of his life, he should have been used to falling asleep almost anywhere, but he wasn’t. He needed a few days to acclimate to his surroundings. All night, he’d been lying on the hard boards of the upper floor of the house, listening. For a little while, drunks shouted at each other. Calls chorused through the city, but slowly, the voices died away in the early morning and a sense of calm settled over Colchis.
Rats nosed down below and scuttled along the wooden slats up here. He watched a few of them skulk around in the shadows. One pounced on another and the two rolled around in a fit of squeaks and flying fur. It was impossible to sleep under those conditions. When it became clear that he wasn’t going to actually get real, regenerative, rejuvenating sleep, he sat up and looked around at the rest of them.
Their forms were still in the darkness. Most of them, he was sure, were sleeping. There was really no way to tell with Akhmad. Even in his sleep, the man never cried out or made a sound. Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t even sure he’d ever heard the man so much as snore. Maybe a cough. Once. Maybe. He couldn’t be totally sure.
A bird skittered across the roof and it drew his gaze upward. It was then that he remembered Somra. She was keeping a lookout. Alone. That thought brought him to his feet. He stopped only to slip on his shoes and then made his way in practiced silence along the outskirts of the room toward the entrance to the roof. He was not as small as Somra and his movements were heavier, though no less effective. He just didn’t move quite as silently as she did and his entrance was announced by a few shifting boards.
He could see her at the end of the roof, fidgeting. The way that Greek houses were set up, like most of the mediterranean crescent, their roofs were flat and made up of a strong plaster, held up by support beams. Though the roof looked stable, he picked his way carefully across nonetheless. This building had been touched by the fire, though not consumed by it. There was no telling how thin it might be underneath.
She didn’t need to tell him she was afraid. He could see it in her hunched posture and the furtive glance she’d given the roof entrance when he’d climbed up here. So much fear. It did not bode well for them for her to be so terrified of anything that moved. Not that she had, but if Tiye had made him pull the same stunt as Somra had downstairs, he wouldn’t still find her quaking by morning. He didn’t like the sulking this girl was doing.
Without speaking to her, he walked over and settled cross legged beside her. His gaze was out over the buildings that leaned away from them. Because they were on the lower levels, they were in the shadow of the cliff city’s steppes. There were very few levels between them and the harbor. He watched the masts of the ships bob slowly up and down on the dark water. Even from here, he could see silver rippling on the crests of waves.
“Why did you want to join us?” he asked, keeping his profile to her and his eyes directed forward.
Having moved around most of his life, he should have been used to falling asleep almost anywhere, but he wasn’t. He needed a few days to acclimate to his surroundings. All night, he’d been lying on the hard boards of the upper floor of the house, listening. For a little while, drunks shouted at each other. Calls chorused through the city, but slowly, the voices died away in the early morning and a sense of calm settled over Colchis.
Rats nosed down below and scuttled along the wooden slats up here. He watched a few of them skulk around in the shadows. One pounced on another and the two rolled around in a fit of squeaks and flying fur. It was impossible to sleep under those conditions. When it became clear that he wasn’t going to actually get real, regenerative, rejuvenating sleep, he sat up and looked around at the rest of them.
Their forms were still in the darkness. Most of them, he was sure, were sleeping. There was really no way to tell with Akhmad. Even in his sleep, the man never cried out or made a sound. Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t even sure he’d ever heard the man so much as snore. Maybe a cough. Once. Maybe. He couldn’t be totally sure.
A bird skittered across the roof and it drew his gaze upward. It was then that he remembered Somra. She was keeping a lookout. Alone. That thought brought him to his feet. He stopped only to slip on his shoes and then made his way in practiced silence along the outskirts of the room toward the entrance to the roof. He was not as small as Somra and his movements were heavier, though no less effective. He just didn’t move quite as silently as she did and his entrance was announced by a few shifting boards.
He could see her at the end of the roof, fidgeting. The way that Greek houses were set up, like most of the mediterranean crescent, their roofs were flat and made up of a strong plaster, held up by support beams. Though the roof looked stable, he picked his way carefully across nonetheless. This building had been touched by the fire, though not consumed by it. There was no telling how thin it might be underneath.
She didn’t need to tell him she was afraid. He could see it in her hunched posture and the furtive glance she’d given the roof entrance when he’d climbed up here. So much fear. It did not bode well for them for her to be so terrified of anything that moved. Not that she had, but if Tiye had made him pull the same stunt as Somra had downstairs, he wouldn’t still find her quaking by morning. He didn’t like the sulking this girl was doing.
Without speaking to her, he walked over and settled cross legged beside her. His gaze was out over the buildings that leaned away from them. Because they were on the lower levels, they were in the shadow of the cliff city’s steppes. There were very few levels between them and the harbor. He watched the masts of the ships bob slowly up and down on the dark water. Even from here, he could see silver rippling on the crests of waves.
“Why did you want to join us?” he asked, keeping his profile to her and his eyes directed forward.
Of course, as if cursed by the Gods themselves, it was in fact Khanh who made his way onto the roof. She bit her tongue to keep from making a comment about how clumsy and awkward he looked climbing up. He was a brute, his movements as obvious as if he were declaring each of them out loud. She knew that comment would not go over well, the beast they called Khanh had quite the temper, and an attitude about him. She could not wait to wash her hands of his presence.
She very subtly slipped her dagger back into its sheath under her cloak, though she knew if he made a move at her, she would be able to pull it and at least attempt to defend herself within seconds. She wished he would go away, what could he possibly hope to gain from being up there with her? It wasn’t as if they were bound to be friends. She would rather go downstairs and lick one of the spiders that were down there than be anything close to his friend.
Her eyes stayed locked on him, watching for any sign of hostility, any movement that might give away his intentions.
Needless to say, she was very confused as he asked why she joined them. Why did it matter? Why did he care? Was he calling her loyalty into question? She would have claimed to be loyal to their ranks and meant it before his actions the night before. Now? She held no love or loyalty for any one of them.
She didn’t want to leave him waiting long for an answer, but she also didn’t know what might set him off. She doubted he would attack her while they were out in the open with the light beginning to wake people. She doubted anyone would see them now, but if he made some violent move, it would be sure to draw attention.
“Tiye promised the opportunity to use my skills and for untold riches.” She replied simply, which was true. She had another reason for joining initially, and that had been the promise of companionship, not that she would admit that part to him. Especially now that she saw the type of animals that would be her companions. She had hoped to fit in somewhere, and to make money doing so, but it had been made clear that she was not wanted here.
She said no more on the topic, he didn’t seem the talkative type in the first place. Instead she let her guard down just a little and took her gaze from him to instead track the movements of a man who wandered into their view. She was still alert for any movements from the man who sat beside her, but her eyes watched the other man, seeing if he were going any where that might be of interest.
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Of course, as if cursed by the Gods themselves, it was in fact Khanh who made his way onto the roof. She bit her tongue to keep from making a comment about how clumsy and awkward he looked climbing up. He was a brute, his movements as obvious as if he were declaring each of them out loud. She knew that comment would not go over well, the beast they called Khanh had quite the temper, and an attitude about him. She could not wait to wash her hands of his presence.
She very subtly slipped her dagger back into its sheath under her cloak, though she knew if he made a move at her, she would be able to pull it and at least attempt to defend herself within seconds. She wished he would go away, what could he possibly hope to gain from being up there with her? It wasn’t as if they were bound to be friends. She would rather go downstairs and lick one of the spiders that were down there than be anything close to his friend.
Her eyes stayed locked on him, watching for any sign of hostility, any movement that might give away his intentions.
Needless to say, she was very confused as he asked why she joined them. Why did it matter? Why did he care? Was he calling her loyalty into question? She would have claimed to be loyal to their ranks and meant it before his actions the night before. Now? She held no love or loyalty for any one of them.
She didn’t want to leave him waiting long for an answer, but she also didn’t know what might set him off. She doubted he would attack her while they were out in the open with the light beginning to wake people. She doubted anyone would see them now, but if he made some violent move, it would be sure to draw attention.
“Tiye promised the opportunity to use my skills and for untold riches.” She replied simply, which was true. She had another reason for joining initially, and that had been the promise of companionship, not that she would admit that part to him. Especially now that she saw the type of animals that would be her companions. She had hoped to fit in somewhere, and to make money doing so, but it had been made clear that she was not wanted here.
She said no more on the topic, he didn’t seem the talkative type in the first place. Instead she let her guard down just a little and took her gaze from him to instead track the movements of a man who wandered into their view. She was still alert for any movements from the man who sat beside her, but her eyes watched the other man, seeing if he were going any where that might be of interest.
Of course, as if cursed by the Gods themselves, it was in fact Khanh who made his way onto the roof. She bit her tongue to keep from making a comment about how clumsy and awkward he looked climbing up. He was a brute, his movements as obvious as if he were declaring each of them out loud. She knew that comment would not go over well, the beast they called Khanh had quite the temper, and an attitude about him. She could not wait to wash her hands of his presence.
She very subtly slipped her dagger back into its sheath under her cloak, though she knew if he made a move at her, she would be able to pull it and at least attempt to defend herself within seconds. She wished he would go away, what could he possibly hope to gain from being up there with her? It wasn’t as if they were bound to be friends. She would rather go downstairs and lick one of the spiders that were down there than be anything close to his friend.
Her eyes stayed locked on him, watching for any sign of hostility, any movement that might give away his intentions.
Needless to say, she was very confused as he asked why she joined them. Why did it matter? Why did he care? Was he calling her loyalty into question? She would have claimed to be loyal to their ranks and meant it before his actions the night before. Now? She held no love or loyalty for any one of them.
She didn’t want to leave him waiting long for an answer, but she also didn’t know what might set him off. She doubted he would attack her while they were out in the open with the light beginning to wake people. She doubted anyone would see them now, but if he made some violent move, it would be sure to draw attention.
“Tiye promised the opportunity to use my skills and for untold riches.” She replied simply, which was true. She had another reason for joining initially, and that had been the promise of companionship, not that she would admit that part to him. Especially now that she saw the type of animals that would be her companions. She had hoped to fit in somewhere, and to make money doing so, but it had been made clear that she was not wanted here.
She said no more on the topic, he didn’t seem the talkative type in the first place. Instead she let her guard down just a little and took her gaze from him to instead track the movements of a man who wandered into their view. She was still alert for any movements from the man who sat beside her, but her eyes watched the other man, seeing if he were going any where that might be of interest.
She was as tightly wound as a spool of thread and just as easily unraveled, if he picked the right piece of string to pull. Here she sat, skulking on the rooftop, curled into herself. He didn’t have to be a mind reader to see that she was pathetically unhappy. An educated guess said that most of her unease was drawn from himself. After all, prior to then, she’d been loud and unbearable. Now she was quiet, just as he’d wanted, but withdrawn and sulky. That was definitely something that they could expect from someone who didn’t look to be out of her teen years. Still, all he’d wanted from her was obedience and silence. Now he was getting fleeting evil looks with an ugly expression on her face.
To his question of why she’d joined them, she said, “Tiye promised the opportunity to use my skills and for untold riches.”
He nodded. That was both true and untrue. Untold riches to be split several ways, plus some sent off to the main faction and then the rest of them had to make their cut last for a while. Which meant there usually needed to be some kind of job again within a reasonable amount of time. But he didn’t do this for the money.
Shifting and hugging his knees to his chest, he loosely clasped his arms around his legs and watched the same man that had drawn her attention. The man stumbled and sprawled out on the stone street. Thinking himself alone, he laughed a little, picked himself up, and meandered on his way.
“You have skills,” Khanh agreed. “But they are unfocused. You are young and have much to learn. If you will let your pride go and accept that you are clay in our hands, we will mold you into something beautiful and prized beyond anything else.”
He shrugged. “If you insist that you are all you will ever be, and harden yourself against being taught, then I am positive you will be smashed against the floor and ground into dust. No one will ever know your name. Because your pride got in the way.”
With that, he stood and dusted off the back of his pants. For a second, he looked at her, and then he turned to go back inside.
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She was as tightly wound as a spool of thread and just as easily unraveled, if he picked the right piece of string to pull. Here she sat, skulking on the rooftop, curled into herself. He didn’t have to be a mind reader to see that she was pathetically unhappy. An educated guess said that most of her unease was drawn from himself. After all, prior to then, she’d been loud and unbearable. Now she was quiet, just as he’d wanted, but withdrawn and sulky. That was definitely something that they could expect from someone who didn’t look to be out of her teen years. Still, all he’d wanted from her was obedience and silence. Now he was getting fleeting evil looks with an ugly expression on her face.
To his question of why she’d joined them, she said, “Tiye promised the opportunity to use my skills and for untold riches.”
He nodded. That was both true and untrue. Untold riches to be split several ways, plus some sent off to the main faction and then the rest of them had to make their cut last for a while. Which meant there usually needed to be some kind of job again within a reasonable amount of time. But he didn’t do this for the money.
Shifting and hugging his knees to his chest, he loosely clasped his arms around his legs and watched the same man that had drawn her attention. The man stumbled and sprawled out on the stone street. Thinking himself alone, he laughed a little, picked himself up, and meandered on his way.
“You have skills,” Khanh agreed. “But they are unfocused. You are young and have much to learn. If you will let your pride go and accept that you are clay in our hands, we will mold you into something beautiful and prized beyond anything else.”
He shrugged. “If you insist that you are all you will ever be, and harden yourself against being taught, then I am positive you will be smashed against the floor and ground into dust. No one will ever know your name. Because your pride got in the way.”
With that, he stood and dusted off the back of his pants. For a second, he looked at her, and then he turned to go back inside.
She was as tightly wound as a spool of thread and just as easily unraveled, if he picked the right piece of string to pull. Here she sat, skulking on the rooftop, curled into herself. He didn’t have to be a mind reader to see that she was pathetically unhappy. An educated guess said that most of her unease was drawn from himself. After all, prior to then, she’d been loud and unbearable. Now she was quiet, just as he’d wanted, but withdrawn and sulky. That was definitely something that they could expect from someone who didn’t look to be out of her teen years. Still, all he’d wanted from her was obedience and silence. Now he was getting fleeting evil looks with an ugly expression on her face.
To his question of why she’d joined them, she said, “Tiye promised the opportunity to use my skills and for untold riches.”
He nodded. That was both true and untrue. Untold riches to be split several ways, plus some sent off to the main faction and then the rest of them had to make their cut last for a while. Which meant there usually needed to be some kind of job again within a reasonable amount of time. But he didn’t do this for the money.
Shifting and hugging his knees to his chest, he loosely clasped his arms around his legs and watched the same man that had drawn her attention. The man stumbled and sprawled out on the stone street. Thinking himself alone, he laughed a little, picked himself up, and meandered on his way.
“You have skills,” Khanh agreed. “But they are unfocused. You are young and have much to learn. If you will let your pride go and accept that you are clay in our hands, we will mold you into something beautiful and prized beyond anything else.”
He shrugged. “If you insist that you are all you will ever be, and harden yourself against being taught, then I am positive you will be smashed against the floor and ground into dust. No one will ever know your name. Because your pride got in the way.”
With that, he stood and dusted off the back of his pants. For a second, he looked at her, and then he turned to go back inside.
She listened to his words, and though she would never admit it out loud, she knew that he was right. She was used to being on her own, used to taking care of herself and more importantly, used to drawing attention to herself in order to make her money. This was a big change from performing on the streets, she would need to learn to blend in and become just one of the crowd if she was to fit in with this group. Though she was still not sure she would be staying with them permanently. Even though he seemed less angry with her today, she had not forgotten his actions and how he had chosen to treat her. Speaking with her would have gotten his point across just as well, and she would not have been left with the distaste for the group that currently plagued her.
She supposed what was done was done. He had chosen his actions just as she too would choose her actions in the coming days. Whether she stuck with the group or slipped away would remain to be seen. For now, she was stuck with them either way, as she had not yet had a good opportunity to leave unnoticed.
She watched as he got up, the roof creaking ever so slightly under his weight, he looked at her once more before he began to head back towards the hole they had climbed up through. She paused for a moment, she knew she could continue to hide up on the roof there until she was given orders, but she gritted her teeth. She would not cower any longer, she needed to carry herself with pride, despite what he said. She needed to show that she could not be broken by the acts of such a brute.
She did not plan on getting loud again, or doing anything that might set him off, but she didn’t want to cower either. She stood gracefully from her spot on the roof, her flowing grey dress getting caught by the slight breeze as she moved to follow him down off the top of the building.
She let him go first before a couple easy leaps had her landing with almost no sound on the floorboards of the house once more. She straightened herself out, dark eyes studying Khanh as she brushed the dirt off herself and quietly moved around the others who still slept on the top floor, heading down the stairs and to the lower level of the house where she dug her refilled water skin from her small pack of items. She took a long drink, having gone all night without any water, before she replaced the top and returned it to her pack. She took the hood of her cloak down, and then turned her attentions to Khanh once more.
"So what does this day hold, then?" She asked, not knowing if there were plans or things that needed to be done, or if she would be free to roam on her own and see what things she could discover in Midas. One of her talents was information gathering, it was easy for a young woman who was typically considered beautiful to seduce men into revealing information they would otherwise not speak of.
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She listened to his words, and though she would never admit it out loud, she knew that he was right. She was used to being on her own, used to taking care of herself and more importantly, used to drawing attention to herself in order to make her money. This was a big change from performing on the streets, she would need to learn to blend in and become just one of the crowd if she was to fit in with this group. Though she was still not sure she would be staying with them permanently. Even though he seemed less angry with her today, she had not forgotten his actions and how he had chosen to treat her. Speaking with her would have gotten his point across just as well, and she would not have been left with the distaste for the group that currently plagued her.
She supposed what was done was done. He had chosen his actions just as she too would choose her actions in the coming days. Whether she stuck with the group or slipped away would remain to be seen. For now, she was stuck with them either way, as she had not yet had a good opportunity to leave unnoticed.
She watched as he got up, the roof creaking ever so slightly under his weight, he looked at her once more before he began to head back towards the hole they had climbed up through. She paused for a moment, she knew she could continue to hide up on the roof there until she was given orders, but she gritted her teeth. She would not cower any longer, she needed to carry herself with pride, despite what he said. She needed to show that she could not be broken by the acts of such a brute.
She did not plan on getting loud again, or doing anything that might set him off, but she didn’t want to cower either. She stood gracefully from her spot on the roof, her flowing grey dress getting caught by the slight breeze as she moved to follow him down off the top of the building.
She let him go first before a couple easy leaps had her landing with almost no sound on the floorboards of the house once more. She straightened herself out, dark eyes studying Khanh as she brushed the dirt off herself and quietly moved around the others who still slept on the top floor, heading down the stairs and to the lower level of the house where she dug her refilled water skin from her small pack of items. She took a long drink, having gone all night without any water, before she replaced the top and returned it to her pack. She took the hood of her cloak down, and then turned her attentions to Khanh once more.
"So what does this day hold, then?" She asked, not knowing if there were plans or things that needed to be done, or if she would be free to roam on her own and see what things she could discover in Midas. One of her talents was information gathering, it was easy for a young woman who was typically considered beautiful to seduce men into revealing information they would otherwise not speak of.
She listened to his words, and though she would never admit it out loud, she knew that he was right. She was used to being on her own, used to taking care of herself and more importantly, used to drawing attention to herself in order to make her money. This was a big change from performing on the streets, she would need to learn to blend in and become just one of the crowd if she was to fit in with this group. Though she was still not sure she would be staying with them permanently. Even though he seemed less angry with her today, she had not forgotten his actions and how he had chosen to treat her. Speaking with her would have gotten his point across just as well, and she would not have been left with the distaste for the group that currently plagued her.
She supposed what was done was done. He had chosen his actions just as she too would choose her actions in the coming days. Whether she stuck with the group or slipped away would remain to be seen. For now, she was stuck with them either way, as she had not yet had a good opportunity to leave unnoticed.
She watched as he got up, the roof creaking ever so slightly under his weight, he looked at her once more before he began to head back towards the hole they had climbed up through. She paused for a moment, she knew she could continue to hide up on the roof there until she was given orders, but she gritted her teeth. She would not cower any longer, she needed to carry herself with pride, despite what he said. She needed to show that she could not be broken by the acts of such a brute.
She did not plan on getting loud again, or doing anything that might set him off, but she didn’t want to cower either. She stood gracefully from her spot on the roof, her flowing grey dress getting caught by the slight breeze as she moved to follow him down off the top of the building.
She let him go first before a couple easy leaps had her landing with almost no sound on the floorboards of the house once more. She straightened herself out, dark eyes studying Khanh as she brushed the dirt off herself and quietly moved around the others who still slept on the top floor, heading down the stairs and to the lower level of the house where she dug her refilled water skin from her small pack of items. She took a long drink, having gone all night without any water, before she replaced the top and returned it to her pack. She took the hood of her cloak down, and then turned her attentions to Khanh once more.
"So what does this day hold, then?" She asked, not knowing if there were plans or things that needed to be done, or if she would be free to roam on her own and see what things she could discover in Midas. One of her talents was information gathering, it was easy for a young woman who was typically considered beautiful to seduce men into revealing information they would otherwise not speak of.
He had not expected her to come with him and was interested when she dropped through the ceiling after him. Glancing at her crouched on the floor, he watched as she raised up and moved past him. The way she picked her way around the sleeping bodies of their fellows was graceful and pretty. He did not have it in him to fault a woman for being pretty. So he followed her, for lack of anything else to do as she made her way across the top floor and down the stairs.
Despite whatever she thought, his own steps were not loud. Heavier, perhaps, but he wasn’t a lumbering oaf. His size was considerable and he’d learned to move quietly, despite his disadvantage to being so tall. Unlike some of the others, though, his purpose in this group was not to sneak into houses. A lot of the time, he came in after them to take care of any people who were trying to harm the weaker ones of the group. He was their large, lethal shadow.
Staying on the bottom stair while she walked across the room and dug out her water skin, he watched her bend, leaning his shoulder up against the wall. Maybe she was loud, but in the right circumstances...that was fine. Even preferable. His eyes never left her as she drank her fill and then replaced the cap on her waterskin. At last, she spoke. "So what does this day hold, then?"
He smiled. Those were the sort of questions he preferred her asking. Things that pertained to the group and their goals. Because she needed to be taught, and because he was the only one awake, he decided that he would show her, for now. Shouldering off the wall he’d been leaning against, he clasped his hands behind his back and walked slowly over to her. After yesterday, the middle portion of this floor had been swept clean and the debris moved off to the sides of the room to allow for easy movement to and from the stairs to the door.
He looked down at her, light eyes wandering over her hair, sliding down to her upturned face. “Let’s go see what trouble we can get into later,” he suggested. “I’ll show you how to tell who is a good mark and who isn’t. We might even take a turn and look at the royal manors if you’re very sweet.”
Without waiting for her to say either yes or no, he turned and sidestepped her, walking towards the door. He stopped in the doorway and looked back to see if she was following, then continued on into the now empty street. Up on the rooftop, with the sun threatening to rise, it had been lighter than it was down here. Here they were walking in shadow and the air was cool against the skin. They were not in Egypt or his torso would have been bare down to his hips and he would have been wearing a linen kilt. Here in Greece, the air was a little kinder but it also demanded different clothes. He wore typical Greek clothing and felt almost claustrophobic in it. The himation was like a huge blanket, but he was glad of it now and hugged it around himself, walking with the easy confidence that he never lost.
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He had not expected her to come with him and was interested when she dropped through the ceiling after him. Glancing at her crouched on the floor, he watched as she raised up and moved past him. The way she picked her way around the sleeping bodies of their fellows was graceful and pretty. He did not have it in him to fault a woman for being pretty. So he followed her, for lack of anything else to do as she made her way across the top floor and down the stairs.
Despite whatever she thought, his own steps were not loud. Heavier, perhaps, but he wasn’t a lumbering oaf. His size was considerable and he’d learned to move quietly, despite his disadvantage to being so tall. Unlike some of the others, though, his purpose in this group was not to sneak into houses. A lot of the time, he came in after them to take care of any people who were trying to harm the weaker ones of the group. He was their large, lethal shadow.
Staying on the bottom stair while she walked across the room and dug out her water skin, he watched her bend, leaning his shoulder up against the wall. Maybe she was loud, but in the right circumstances...that was fine. Even preferable. His eyes never left her as she drank her fill and then replaced the cap on her waterskin. At last, she spoke. "So what does this day hold, then?"
He smiled. Those were the sort of questions he preferred her asking. Things that pertained to the group and their goals. Because she needed to be taught, and because he was the only one awake, he decided that he would show her, for now. Shouldering off the wall he’d been leaning against, he clasped his hands behind his back and walked slowly over to her. After yesterday, the middle portion of this floor had been swept clean and the debris moved off to the sides of the room to allow for easy movement to and from the stairs to the door.
He looked down at her, light eyes wandering over her hair, sliding down to her upturned face. “Let’s go see what trouble we can get into later,” he suggested. “I’ll show you how to tell who is a good mark and who isn’t. We might even take a turn and look at the royal manors if you’re very sweet.”
Without waiting for her to say either yes or no, he turned and sidestepped her, walking towards the door. He stopped in the doorway and looked back to see if she was following, then continued on into the now empty street. Up on the rooftop, with the sun threatening to rise, it had been lighter than it was down here. Here they were walking in shadow and the air was cool against the skin. They were not in Egypt or his torso would have been bare down to his hips and he would have been wearing a linen kilt. Here in Greece, the air was a little kinder but it also demanded different clothes. He wore typical Greek clothing and felt almost claustrophobic in it. The himation was like a huge blanket, but he was glad of it now and hugged it around himself, walking with the easy confidence that he never lost.
He had not expected her to come with him and was interested when she dropped through the ceiling after him. Glancing at her crouched on the floor, he watched as she raised up and moved past him. The way she picked her way around the sleeping bodies of their fellows was graceful and pretty. He did not have it in him to fault a woman for being pretty. So he followed her, for lack of anything else to do as she made her way across the top floor and down the stairs.
Despite whatever she thought, his own steps were not loud. Heavier, perhaps, but he wasn’t a lumbering oaf. His size was considerable and he’d learned to move quietly, despite his disadvantage to being so tall. Unlike some of the others, though, his purpose in this group was not to sneak into houses. A lot of the time, he came in after them to take care of any people who were trying to harm the weaker ones of the group. He was their large, lethal shadow.
Staying on the bottom stair while she walked across the room and dug out her water skin, he watched her bend, leaning his shoulder up against the wall. Maybe she was loud, but in the right circumstances...that was fine. Even preferable. His eyes never left her as she drank her fill and then replaced the cap on her waterskin. At last, she spoke. "So what does this day hold, then?"
He smiled. Those were the sort of questions he preferred her asking. Things that pertained to the group and their goals. Because she needed to be taught, and because he was the only one awake, he decided that he would show her, for now. Shouldering off the wall he’d been leaning against, he clasped his hands behind his back and walked slowly over to her. After yesterday, the middle portion of this floor had been swept clean and the debris moved off to the sides of the room to allow for easy movement to and from the stairs to the door.
He looked down at her, light eyes wandering over her hair, sliding down to her upturned face. “Let’s go see what trouble we can get into later,” he suggested. “I’ll show you how to tell who is a good mark and who isn’t. We might even take a turn and look at the royal manors if you’re very sweet.”
Without waiting for her to say either yes or no, he turned and sidestepped her, walking towards the door. He stopped in the doorway and looked back to see if she was following, then continued on into the now empty street. Up on the rooftop, with the sun threatening to rise, it had been lighter than it was down here. Here they were walking in shadow and the air was cool against the skin. They were not in Egypt or his torso would have been bare down to his hips and he would have been wearing a linen kilt. Here in Greece, the air was a little kinder but it also demanded different clothes. He wore typical Greek clothing and felt almost claustrophobic in it. The himation was like a huge blanket, but he was glad of it now and hugged it around himself, walking with the easy confidence that he never lost.
She was surprised to see a smile on his face, though she was careful not to show that emotion on her face. So he wasn’t a complete monster after all.
As he walked over to her, she held her ground, she was determined not to show weakness to him this time, though her hand was itching to reach for the dagger that remained hidden beneath her dress. How nice it would feel to plunge it into him and watch the life pour out of him. Somra was not a violent woman under normal circumstances, but she held grudges, and he had it coming after the other night.
He spoke to her and then turned to leave without much thought, and she paused for only half a second before she chose to follow him. After all, she had joined the group knowing that she would need to learn most of what the job entailed. She had the acrobatic skills and the small stature to get into tight places and move around mostly silently, but she knew little about thieving. Aside from the small bits of theft she had committed in her younger years to feed herself, but that hadn’t been much more than a coin here or there and bread when a merchant wasn’t looking.
She pulled her cloak tightly around herself as they stepped into the street, out of the suns reach, her thin dress did not make for much warmth. She followed beside him, matching her pace with his. She walked in silence for awhile, not having much to say to him, and not knowing what might make him go off again. She thought perhaps in the streets he would be less likely to rage in case he drew attention, and her chatty nature was making it hard to keep silent, even in the company of a man she hated so much.
“Have you been here before? To Midas?” She asked curiously, her voice quiet in case he tried to accuse her of drawing attention to the two of them. Though the streets were still empty, so she had no idea who’s attention she might be at risk of drawing. Most of this part had been abandoned due to what seemed to be a fire that had raged through here.
She fell silent after that, not wanting to push her luck too much and speak a lot. She would see if he would reply to her after that, and if he returned with friendly words, she would speak more. Until then she was his silent companion, walking beside him but leaving a bit of distance between the two of them, not wishing to be too awfully close to the brute.
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She was surprised to see a smile on his face, though she was careful not to show that emotion on her face. So he wasn’t a complete monster after all.
As he walked over to her, she held her ground, she was determined not to show weakness to him this time, though her hand was itching to reach for the dagger that remained hidden beneath her dress. How nice it would feel to plunge it into him and watch the life pour out of him. Somra was not a violent woman under normal circumstances, but she held grudges, and he had it coming after the other night.
He spoke to her and then turned to leave without much thought, and she paused for only half a second before she chose to follow him. After all, she had joined the group knowing that she would need to learn most of what the job entailed. She had the acrobatic skills and the small stature to get into tight places and move around mostly silently, but she knew little about thieving. Aside from the small bits of theft she had committed in her younger years to feed herself, but that hadn’t been much more than a coin here or there and bread when a merchant wasn’t looking.
She pulled her cloak tightly around herself as they stepped into the street, out of the suns reach, her thin dress did not make for much warmth. She followed beside him, matching her pace with his. She walked in silence for awhile, not having much to say to him, and not knowing what might make him go off again. She thought perhaps in the streets he would be less likely to rage in case he drew attention, and her chatty nature was making it hard to keep silent, even in the company of a man she hated so much.
“Have you been here before? To Midas?” She asked curiously, her voice quiet in case he tried to accuse her of drawing attention to the two of them. Though the streets were still empty, so she had no idea who’s attention she might be at risk of drawing. Most of this part had been abandoned due to what seemed to be a fire that had raged through here.
She fell silent after that, not wanting to push her luck too much and speak a lot. She would see if he would reply to her after that, and if he returned with friendly words, she would speak more. Until then she was his silent companion, walking beside him but leaving a bit of distance between the two of them, not wishing to be too awfully close to the brute.
She was surprised to see a smile on his face, though she was careful not to show that emotion on her face. So he wasn’t a complete monster after all.
As he walked over to her, she held her ground, she was determined not to show weakness to him this time, though her hand was itching to reach for the dagger that remained hidden beneath her dress. How nice it would feel to plunge it into him and watch the life pour out of him. Somra was not a violent woman under normal circumstances, but she held grudges, and he had it coming after the other night.
He spoke to her and then turned to leave without much thought, and she paused for only half a second before she chose to follow him. After all, she had joined the group knowing that she would need to learn most of what the job entailed. She had the acrobatic skills and the small stature to get into tight places and move around mostly silently, but she knew little about thieving. Aside from the small bits of theft she had committed in her younger years to feed herself, but that hadn’t been much more than a coin here or there and bread when a merchant wasn’t looking.
She pulled her cloak tightly around herself as they stepped into the street, out of the suns reach, her thin dress did not make for much warmth. She followed beside him, matching her pace with his. She walked in silence for awhile, not having much to say to him, and not knowing what might make him go off again. She thought perhaps in the streets he would be less likely to rage in case he drew attention, and her chatty nature was making it hard to keep silent, even in the company of a man she hated so much.
“Have you been here before? To Midas?” She asked curiously, her voice quiet in case he tried to accuse her of drawing attention to the two of them. Though the streets were still empty, so she had no idea who’s attention she might be at risk of drawing. Most of this part had been abandoned due to what seemed to be a fire that had raged through here.
She fell silent after that, not wanting to push her luck too much and speak a lot. She would see if he would reply to her after that, and if he returned with friendly words, she would speak more. Until then she was his silent companion, walking beside him but leaving a bit of distance between the two of them, not wishing to be too awfully close to the brute.
Their footsteps echoed against the buildings they passed. Dirt crunched and scraped along the stones and the scent of charred wood still lingered in the air. He caught whiffs of it every so often and glanced over at her to see how she felt about their surroundings. To him, she looked miserable. She didn’t need to tell him how much she disliked him. It was written all over her face, in her posture, the stiff way she carried herself as they walked along the now empty street. Still, she was willing to come and walk, and that was good. He didn’t need her to love him. Just listen and obey. Liking each other was secondary to getting the job done.
After a little while, she finally plucked up the courage to break the silence. “Have you been here before? To Midas?” She spoke softly, the sound barely carrying. He nodded approvingly at that. They hadn’t reached the very end of the street yet. The way this city had been carved into the cliff, it didn’t seem to have been made with beauty in mind. The streets of the lower steppes were long and unvarying. He supposed that perhaps once there had been decoration, but the fire had blackened everything until it left nothing but haunted looking, blackened stone buildings behind.
“This is my first time,” he said in just as quiet a voice. To satisfy the curiosity he’d heard from her, the question she didn’t ask, he decided to elaborate. “We move from city to city. Mostly we like to journey to larger cities where the marks are bigger and better. The more rich people we find, the richer we, in turn, become. You will see.” He didn’t know she was planning on escaping the second she got the chance. All he was seeing was definite and immediate improvement from her.
“Have you been to Midas?” he asked. “Where were you born?” If it was somewhere in Greece, he’d be hard pressed to know where that might be. He’d been some places, some others. Mostly he was familiar with his home country of Egypt and quite a bit of the surrounding areas.
They finally reached the end of the street and he directed them to the left. Almost immediately ahead lay a narrow set of stairs that would lead them up to the next steppe. At the top of these stairs was a little court yard type of thing, where a public well sat. He planned on getting a drink from there and sitting to rest a moment. Take a little look around. Gather more intel about their place, what sort of people frequented here, what they talked about. If they noticed him or Somra overly much or if they didn’t care and minded their own business.
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Their footsteps echoed against the buildings they passed. Dirt crunched and scraped along the stones and the scent of charred wood still lingered in the air. He caught whiffs of it every so often and glanced over at her to see how she felt about their surroundings. To him, she looked miserable. She didn’t need to tell him how much she disliked him. It was written all over her face, in her posture, the stiff way she carried herself as they walked along the now empty street. Still, she was willing to come and walk, and that was good. He didn’t need her to love him. Just listen and obey. Liking each other was secondary to getting the job done.
After a little while, she finally plucked up the courage to break the silence. “Have you been here before? To Midas?” She spoke softly, the sound barely carrying. He nodded approvingly at that. They hadn’t reached the very end of the street yet. The way this city had been carved into the cliff, it didn’t seem to have been made with beauty in mind. The streets of the lower steppes were long and unvarying. He supposed that perhaps once there had been decoration, but the fire had blackened everything until it left nothing but haunted looking, blackened stone buildings behind.
“This is my first time,” he said in just as quiet a voice. To satisfy the curiosity he’d heard from her, the question she didn’t ask, he decided to elaborate. “We move from city to city. Mostly we like to journey to larger cities where the marks are bigger and better. The more rich people we find, the richer we, in turn, become. You will see.” He didn’t know she was planning on escaping the second she got the chance. All he was seeing was definite and immediate improvement from her.
“Have you been to Midas?” he asked. “Where were you born?” If it was somewhere in Greece, he’d be hard pressed to know where that might be. He’d been some places, some others. Mostly he was familiar with his home country of Egypt and quite a bit of the surrounding areas.
They finally reached the end of the street and he directed them to the left. Almost immediately ahead lay a narrow set of stairs that would lead them up to the next steppe. At the top of these stairs was a little court yard type of thing, where a public well sat. He planned on getting a drink from there and sitting to rest a moment. Take a little look around. Gather more intel about their place, what sort of people frequented here, what they talked about. If they noticed him or Somra overly much or if they didn’t care and minded their own business.
Their footsteps echoed against the buildings they passed. Dirt crunched and scraped along the stones and the scent of charred wood still lingered in the air. He caught whiffs of it every so often and glanced over at her to see how she felt about their surroundings. To him, she looked miserable. She didn’t need to tell him how much she disliked him. It was written all over her face, in her posture, the stiff way she carried herself as they walked along the now empty street. Still, she was willing to come and walk, and that was good. He didn’t need her to love him. Just listen and obey. Liking each other was secondary to getting the job done.
After a little while, she finally plucked up the courage to break the silence. “Have you been here before? To Midas?” She spoke softly, the sound barely carrying. He nodded approvingly at that. They hadn’t reached the very end of the street yet. The way this city had been carved into the cliff, it didn’t seem to have been made with beauty in mind. The streets of the lower steppes were long and unvarying. He supposed that perhaps once there had been decoration, but the fire had blackened everything until it left nothing but haunted looking, blackened stone buildings behind.
“This is my first time,” he said in just as quiet a voice. To satisfy the curiosity he’d heard from her, the question she didn’t ask, he decided to elaborate. “We move from city to city. Mostly we like to journey to larger cities where the marks are bigger and better. The more rich people we find, the richer we, in turn, become. You will see.” He didn’t know she was planning on escaping the second she got the chance. All he was seeing was definite and immediate improvement from her.
“Have you been to Midas?” he asked. “Where were you born?” If it was somewhere in Greece, he’d be hard pressed to know where that might be. He’d been some places, some others. Mostly he was familiar with his home country of Egypt and quite a bit of the surrounding areas.
They finally reached the end of the street and he directed them to the left. Almost immediately ahead lay a narrow set of stairs that would lead them up to the next steppe. At the top of these stairs was a little court yard type of thing, where a public well sat. He planned on getting a drink from there and sitting to rest a moment. Take a little look around. Gather more intel about their place, what sort of people frequented here, what they talked about. If they noticed him or Somra overly much or if they didn’t care and minded their own business.
“Logically.” She agreed, it made sense that a group of thieves wouldn’t stay in one place for long, it would be easier to avoid being caught if they were gone after they hit their target. In and out, taking as much money or treasure with them as they could. She had a basic idea of how this would all work, and what had sort of been explained to her by Tiye. Mostly it was the finer details she did not know, and not drawing attention was one of those things. She was used to doing the exact opposite, though her fear of Khanh was enough to keep her in line and doing her best not to draw attention to herself.
“Never. This is my first time in these lands.” She replied, she had never travelled that much in her life, though she had been far from her home for a long time now. “A small and insignificant place, far from here.” Somra said when he asked where she was born. She cared not for the lands which she came from, they had not been home to her in years, not since the death of her mother. She had been the only thing keeping Somra there, after her passing, the young girl had left to find her own path.
She followed his direction as he turned their path to the left, falling silent again as she wasn’t sure what else to say, or if she should say something else. He had been civil so far, but that didn’t mean that if she continued to speak, he wouldn’t get annoyed with her. She wondered what his plan was, he seemed to be leading them to a well. She remained silent as they continued to walk towards it, her black eyes searching the faces of the few people who were around. They didn’t seem to care much for the two newcomers, hardly sparing them a glance before continuing with their own day.
It was a little jarring, usually she was dressed in beautiful and exotic colourful dresses that showed off probably too much skin, and she was used to people’s eyes lingering on her, seeing the carnal desire she brought to the surface for even just the most fleeting of moments. Now? They held no interest in her. She had to admit, it was not a feeling she liked. Somra supposed it was something she would have to get used to, just being another face in the crowd.
She looked at her companion once more and spoke again.
“Where is it you come from?” She asked, realizing she had never cared to ask much about the members of the group. She supposed she had never really thought much about it, about knowing anything about any of them. In normal circumstances, they were not the type of people she would ever spend time with.
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“Logically.” She agreed, it made sense that a group of thieves wouldn’t stay in one place for long, it would be easier to avoid being caught if they were gone after they hit their target. In and out, taking as much money or treasure with them as they could. She had a basic idea of how this would all work, and what had sort of been explained to her by Tiye. Mostly it was the finer details she did not know, and not drawing attention was one of those things. She was used to doing the exact opposite, though her fear of Khanh was enough to keep her in line and doing her best not to draw attention to herself.
“Never. This is my first time in these lands.” She replied, she had never travelled that much in her life, though she had been far from her home for a long time now. “A small and insignificant place, far from here.” Somra said when he asked where she was born. She cared not for the lands which she came from, they had not been home to her in years, not since the death of her mother. She had been the only thing keeping Somra there, after her passing, the young girl had left to find her own path.
She followed his direction as he turned their path to the left, falling silent again as she wasn’t sure what else to say, or if she should say something else. He had been civil so far, but that didn’t mean that if she continued to speak, he wouldn’t get annoyed with her. She wondered what his plan was, he seemed to be leading them to a well. She remained silent as they continued to walk towards it, her black eyes searching the faces of the few people who were around. They didn’t seem to care much for the two newcomers, hardly sparing them a glance before continuing with their own day.
It was a little jarring, usually she was dressed in beautiful and exotic colourful dresses that showed off probably too much skin, and she was used to people’s eyes lingering on her, seeing the carnal desire she brought to the surface for even just the most fleeting of moments. Now? They held no interest in her. She had to admit, it was not a feeling she liked. Somra supposed it was something she would have to get used to, just being another face in the crowd.
She looked at her companion once more and spoke again.
“Where is it you come from?” She asked, realizing she had never cared to ask much about the members of the group. She supposed she had never really thought much about it, about knowing anything about any of them. In normal circumstances, they were not the type of people she would ever spend time with.
“Logically.” She agreed, it made sense that a group of thieves wouldn’t stay in one place for long, it would be easier to avoid being caught if they were gone after they hit their target. In and out, taking as much money or treasure with them as they could. She had a basic idea of how this would all work, and what had sort of been explained to her by Tiye. Mostly it was the finer details she did not know, and not drawing attention was one of those things. She was used to doing the exact opposite, though her fear of Khanh was enough to keep her in line and doing her best not to draw attention to herself.
“Never. This is my first time in these lands.” She replied, she had never travelled that much in her life, though she had been far from her home for a long time now. “A small and insignificant place, far from here.” Somra said when he asked where she was born. She cared not for the lands which she came from, they had not been home to her in years, not since the death of her mother. She had been the only thing keeping Somra there, after her passing, the young girl had left to find her own path.
She followed his direction as he turned their path to the left, falling silent again as she wasn’t sure what else to say, or if she should say something else. He had been civil so far, but that didn’t mean that if she continued to speak, he wouldn’t get annoyed with her. She wondered what his plan was, he seemed to be leading them to a well. She remained silent as they continued to walk towards it, her black eyes searching the faces of the few people who were around. They didn’t seem to care much for the two newcomers, hardly sparing them a glance before continuing with their own day.
It was a little jarring, usually she was dressed in beautiful and exotic colourful dresses that showed off probably too much skin, and she was used to people’s eyes lingering on her, seeing the carnal desire she brought to the surface for even just the most fleeting of moments. Now? They held no interest in her. She had to admit, it was not a feeling she liked. Somra supposed it was something she would have to get used to, just being another face in the crowd.
She looked at her companion once more and spoke again.
“Where is it you come from?” She asked, realizing she had never cared to ask much about the members of the group. She supposed she had never really thought much about it, about knowing anything about any of them. In normal circumstances, they were not the type of people she would ever spend time with.
Leading her through the little section and over to the well, he watched the people around them, but always with passing glances. Never looking at anyone in particular. People who gathered here were focused on one thing; water. They waited their turn to draw the bucket up from the depths of the well, transfer it to their own buckets or earthen vessels, then left with their heavy load. Many would have to make this trip several times before whatever they needed the water for was completed. Mostly servants and wives were here at the moment.
Khanh didn’t stay long. He had Somra follow him up the next flight of stone steppes that would take them to another level of the cliff and to the beginnings of shops. The market was close to here, he thought. Her question had him thinking back to days that he usually tried not to remember. “Where is it you come from?” There was little point in hiding it from her. If she asked Nahash or Zai, they’d be able to tell what little of it they knew.
“I don’t remember where I was born but I was adopted for a time by a well meaning family. Then I grew up in Giza with Nahash and Zai. We thieved our way into adulthood.” This was the briefest history he could possibly give someone. He wasn’t entirely sure she cared to know details. Telling her wasn’t an issue, but he didn’t like to waste his breath on someone he knew didn’t like him. Truthfully he figured she was just trying to make conversation. He could do that too.
“How came you to be a dancer?” Then he half grinned and cut his gaze to her. “Were you doing things you shouldn’t have been?” She’d been in such a revealing dress earlier that he was fairly certain she might have had to give up a bit of herself to people from time to time. Or maybe she wanted to. It didn’t matter to him, of course. She wasn’t his sister or his daughter and he was not responsible for her except as part of the group. She could do what she liked in her free time.
The stairs they were ascending weren’t quite as narrow as the lower levels had been but they still weren’t as well maintained as the ones nearer to the royal manors. He went first, topping these stairs again to find not another well, but a nice sitting area, for people who had time to loiter and look out at the sea and down at the lower city. The view wasn’t much, to him, at least. It showed the charred remains of the lower half of the city and then the docks, though there was a pleasant vista of the ocean from here. He leaned on the stone railing, looking out and waiting for her to answer his questions.
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Leading her through the little section and over to the well, he watched the people around them, but always with passing glances. Never looking at anyone in particular. People who gathered here were focused on one thing; water. They waited their turn to draw the bucket up from the depths of the well, transfer it to their own buckets or earthen vessels, then left with their heavy load. Many would have to make this trip several times before whatever they needed the water for was completed. Mostly servants and wives were here at the moment.
Khanh didn’t stay long. He had Somra follow him up the next flight of stone steppes that would take them to another level of the cliff and to the beginnings of shops. The market was close to here, he thought. Her question had him thinking back to days that he usually tried not to remember. “Where is it you come from?” There was little point in hiding it from her. If she asked Nahash or Zai, they’d be able to tell what little of it they knew.
“I don’t remember where I was born but I was adopted for a time by a well meaning family. Then I grew up in Giza with Nahash and Zai. We thieved our way into adulthood.” This was the briefest history he could possibly give someone. He wasn’t entirely sure she cared to know details. Telling her wasn’t an issue, but he didn’t like to waste his breath on someone he knew didn’t like him. Truthfully he figured she was just trying to make conversation. He could do that too.
“How came you to be a dancer?” Then he half grinned and cut his gaze to her. “Were you doing things you shouldn’t have been?” She’d been in such a revealing dress earlier that he was fairly certain she might have had to give up a bit of herself to people from time to time. Or maybe she wanted to. It didn’t matter to him, of course. She wasn’t his sister or his daughter and he was not responsible for her except as part of the group. She could do what she liked in her free time.
The stairs they were ascending weren’t quite as narrow as the lower levels had been but they still weren’t as well maintained as the ones nearer to the royal manors. He went first, topping these stairs again to find not another well, but a nice sitting area, for people who had time to loiter and look out at the sea and down at the lower city. The view wasn’t much, to him, at least. It showed the charred remains of the lower half of the city and then the docks, though there was a pleasant vista of the ocean from here. He leaned on the stone railing, looking out and waiting for her to answer his questions.
Leading her through the little section and over to the well, he watched the people around them, but always with passing glances. Never looking at anyone in particular. People who gathered here were focused on one thing; water. They waited their turn to draw the bucket up from the depths of the well, transfer it to their own buckets or earthen vessels, then left with their heavy load. Many would have to make this trip several times before whatever they needed the water for was completed. Mostly servants and wives were here at the moment.
Khanh didn’t stay long. He had Somra follow him up the next flight of stone steppes that would take them to another level of the cliff and to the beginnings of shops. The market was close to here, he thought. Her question had him thinking back to days that he usually tried not to remember. “Where is it you come from?” There was little point in hiding it from her. If she asked Nahash or Zai, they’d be able to tell what little of it they knew.
“I don’t remember where I was born but I was adopted for a time by a well meaning family. Then I grew up in Giza with Nahash and Zai. We thieved our way into adulthood.” This was the briefest history he could possibly give someone. He wasn’t entirely sure she cared to know details. Telling her wasn’t an issue, but he didn’t like to waste his breath on someone he knew didn’t like him. Truthfully he figured she was just trying to make conversation. He could do that too.
“How came you to be a dancer?” Then he half grinned and cut his gaze to her. “Were you doing things you shouldn’t have been?” She’d been in such a revealing dress earlier that he was fairly certain she might have had to give up a bit of herself to people from time to time. Or maybe she wanted to. It didn’t matter to him, of course. She wasn’t his sister or his daughter and he was not responsible for her except as part of the group. She could do what she liked in her free time.
The stairs they were ascending weren’t quite as narrow as the lower levels had been but they still weren’t as well maintained as the ones nearer to the royal manors. He went first, topping these stairs again to find not another well, but a nice sitting area, for people who had time to loiter and look out at the sea and down at the lower city. The view wasn’t much, to him, at least. It showed the charred remains of the lower half of the city and then the docks, though there was a pleasant vista of the ocean from here. He leaned on the stone railing, looking out and waiting for her to answer his questions.
Somra followed him, staying at his side, but half a step behind so she could follow his lead. To all those around them it looked as if they were just two normal people out for a morning walk. She listened as he spoke and nodded, he had made his answer brief, and she hadn’t expected much more out of him than that. He didn’t seem the overly talkative type, unlike Somra. She felt like she would die if she did not find someone she could properly talk to. Holding her tongue around this group was proving difficult, though it had not yet been a full day since Khanh had come after her the night before. She had not gone this long without a proper conversation for a very long time.
She scowled a little, clearly not happy with being called a dancer.
“I am not a dancer.” She said. “I am an acrobat.” She bit her lip a little to keep from berating him further. She took offense to him making her skill set seem so trivial. A dancer. She had to remind herself that she couldn’t go off on him like she wanted to, she was sure he wouldn’t like that much.
“I learned my skills out of necessity. My mother was a whore, and after she died my choices were to follow her path and let men have their way with me for coin or strike out on my own and live my life the way I want.” She said simply, there was a bit more to it than that, but she didn’t think he cared to hear the details or the story of her almost marriage to a foreign noble.
She too leaned on the railing at the top, her dark eyes taking in what they could see of the city and the docks, memorizing any detail she could that might aid her in either escape or helping the group, depending on what she decided to do.
Though she had not forgotten his actions the night before, she had to admit that her anger was shrinking a little as the two of them walked and talked. Khanh treating her like a normal human being made her think that perhaps tensions had just been high the night before. They had all just returned from travelling, and everyone had probably been tired and hungry, and she had overreacted a bit. She wasn’t about to be his best friend, but she was warming up to him just slightly.
“Do we have a reason for being in this specific city? Or is that yet to be determined?” She asked, voice in a low whisper though there wasn’t anyone near either of them, it was better safe than sorry as she had learned.
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Somra followed him, staying at his side, but half a step behind so she could follow his lead. To all those around them it looked as if they were just two normal people out for a morning walk. She listened as he spoke and nodded, he had made his answer brief, and she hadn’t expected much more out of him than that. He didn’t seem the overly talkative type, unlike Somra. She felt like she would die if she did not find someone she could properly talk to. Holding her tongue around this group was proving difficult, though it had not yet been a full day since Khanh had come after her the night before. She had not gone this long without a proper conversation for a very long time.
She scowled a little, clearly not happy with being called a dancer.
“I am not a dancer.” She said. “I am an acrobat.” She bit her lip a little to keep from berating him further. She took offense to him making her skill set seem so trivial. A dancer. She had to remind herself that she couldn’t go off on him like she wanted to, she was sure he wouldn’t like that much.
“I learned my skills out of necessity. My mother was a whore, and after she died my choices were to follow her path and let men have their way with me for coin or strike out on my own and live my life the way I want.” She said simply, there was a bit more to it than that, but she didn’t think he cared to hear the details or the story of her almost marriage to a foreign noble.
She too leaned on the railing at the top, her dark eyes taking in what they could see of the city and the docks, memorizing any detail she could that might aid her in either escape or helping the group, depending on what she decided to do.
Though she had not forgotten his actions the night before, she had to admit that her anger was shrinking a little as the two of them walked and talked. Khanh treating her like a normal human being made her think that perhaps tensions had just been high the night before. They had all just returned from travelling, and everyone had probably been tired and hungry, and she had overreacted a bit. She wasn’t about to be his best friend, but she was warming up to him just slightly.
“Do we have a reason for being in this specific city? Or is that yet to be determined?” She asked, voice in a low whisper though there wasn’t anyone near either of them, it was better safe than sorry as she had learned.
Somra followed him, staying at his side, but half a step behind so she could follow his lead. To all those around them it looked as if they were just two normal people out for a morning walk. She listened as he spoke and nodded, he had made his answer brief, and she hadn’t expected much more out of him than that. He didn’t seem the overly talkative type, unlike Somra. She felt like she would die if she did not find someone she could properly talk to. Holding her tongue around this group was proving difficult, though it had not yet been a full day since Khanh had come after her the night before. She had not gone this long without a proper conversation for a very long time.
She scowled a little, clearly not happy with being called a dancer.
“I am not a dancer.” She said. “I am an acrobat.” She bit her lip a little to keep from berating him further. She took offense to him making her skill set seem so trivial. A dancer. She had to remind herself that she couldn’t go off on him like she wanted to, she was sure he wouldn’t like that much.
“I learned my skills out of necessity. My mother was a whore, and after she died my choices were to follow her path and let men have their way with me for coin or strike out on my own and live my life the way I want.” She said simply, there was a bit more to it than that, but she didn’t think he cared to hear the details or the story of her almost marriage to a foreign noble.
She too leaned on the railing at the top, her dark eyes taking in what they could see of the city and the docks, memorizing any detail she could that might aid her in either escape or helping the group, depending on what she decided to do.
Though she had not forgotten his actions the night before, she had to admit that her anger was shrinking a little as the two of them walked and talked. Khanh treating her like a normal human being made her think that perhaps tensions had just been high the night before. They had all just returned from travelling, and everyone had probably been tired and hungry, and she had overreacted a bit. She wasn’t about to be his best friend, but she was warming up to him just slightly.
“Do we have a reason for being in this specific city? Or is that yet to be determined?” She asked, voice in a low whisper though there wasn’t anyone near either of them, it was better safe than sorry as she had learned.
Because she was slightly behind him, he didn’t see the distaste on her features but he certainly heard it in her voice and it made him half turn. “I am not a dancer. I am an acrobat.”
“Right,” he said, unconcerned with the distinction. “How’d you become a dancer-acrobat?” At her inevitable and obvious irritation, he merely gave her a dazzling grin of vivid green eyes and bright white teeth. This walk hadn’t been intended to needle her but he could hardly help doing it when she was so easy to work up. Another habit of hers that would be used against her someday if she didn’t rein it in.
He listened quietly as she outlined her past. Her mother being a whore made him raise his eyebrows but he didn’t say anything else about it. Whores had children, he supposed. Though...he did wonder exactly how chaste she was. His eyes slid over to her but then away again. That was probably the worst idea he’d ever had, just now. She’d sooner bite him than let him near her. That much was fairly obvious. Therefore, he wouldn’t bother to try.
“That’s...noble of you to try something different,” he said at last, when it appeared she wasn’t going to share further. They stood in silence for a little while. The scene around them changed very little. People came and went and their presence was so unobtrusive, that people appeared to have forgotten they existed within a few minutes, even though he was so huge and her with him made an odd pair. When she finally spoke again, it was so quiet that he had to lean down just to hear her.
“Do we have a reason for being in this specific city? Or is that yet to be determined?”
Khanh folded his arms and straightened up again, nodding to let her know he’d heard but not immediately speaking. His gaze had followed hers, out across the city they’d already traversed, then back up to more steps that would eventually take them to the manors that were visible from here. The aristocracy had built their homes into the very rock the city was comprised of, while other houses and businesses had been constructed on the steppes that jutted away from the cliff.
“Nahash chooses,” he said simply. “I do not question his reasons. I go where I am sent and I scout what I am told, then I report back and he decides.” That was a very simplistic answer to her question but there was really no explaining what she wanted to know with all these people around. The Sariqas survived on secrets and shadows. Neither of those things would be discussed out in the open and not until she proved herself.
“You like to know things.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. He’d deduced that she liked being in charge of her own destiny and person. “Sometimes there are things that cannot be known.”
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Because she was slightly behind him, he didn’t see the distaste on her features but he certainly heard it in her voice and it made him half turn. “I am not a dancer. I am an acrobat.”
“Right,” he said, unconcerned with the distinction. “How’d you become a dancer-acrobat?” At her inevitable and obvious irritation, he merely gave her a dazzling grin of vivid green eyes and bright white teeth. This walk hadn’t been intended to needle her but he could hardly help doing it when she was so easy to work up. Another habit of hers that would be used against her someday if she didn’t rein it in.
He listened quietly as she outlined her past. Her mother being a whore made him raise his eyebrows but he didn’t say anything else about it. Whores had children, he supposed. Though...he did wonder exactly how chaste she was. His eyes slid over to her but then away again. That was probably the worst idea he’d ever had, just now. She’d sooner bite him than let him near her. That much was fairly obvious. Therefore, he wouldn’t bother to try.
“That’s...noble of you to try something different,” he said at last, when it appeared she wasn’t going to share further. They stood in silence for a little while. The scene around them changed very little. People came and went and their presence was so unobtrusive, that people appeared to have forgotten they existed within a few minutes, even though he was so huge and her with him made an odd pair. When she finally spoke again, it was so quiet that he had to lean down just to hear her.
“Do we have a reason for being in this specific city? Or is that yet to be determined?”
Khanh folded his arms and straightened up again, nodding to let her know he’d heard but not immediately speaking. His gaze had followed hers, out across the city they’d already traversed, then back up to more steps that would eventually take them to the manors that were visible from here. The aristocracy had built their homes into the very rock the city was comprised of, while other houses and businesses had been constructed on the steppes that jutted away from the cliff.
“Nahash chooses,” he said simply. “I do not question his reasons. I go where I am sent and I scout what I am told, then I report back and he decides.” That was a very simplistic answer to her question but there was really no explaining what she wanted to know with all these people around. The Sariqas survived on secrets and shadows. Neither of those things would be discussed out in the open and not until she proved herself.
“You like to know things.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. He’d deduced that she liked being in charge of her own destiny and person. “Sometimes there are things that cannot be known.”
Because she was slightly behind him, he didn’t see the distaste on her features but he certainly heard it in her voice and it made him half turn. “I am not a dancer. I am an acrobat.”
“Right,” he said, unconcerned with the distinction. “How’d you become a dancer-acrobat?” At her inevitable and obvious irritation, he merely gave her a dazzling grin of vivid green eyes and bright white teeth. This walk hadn’t been intended to needle her but he could hardly help doing it when she was so easy to work up. Another habit of hers that would be used against her someday if she didn’t rein it in.
He listened quietly as she outlined her past. Her mother being a whore made him raise his eyebrows but he didn’t say anything else about it. Whores had children, he supposed. Though...he did wonder exactly how chaste she was. His eyes slid over to her but then away again. That was probably the worst idea he’d ever had, just now. She’d sooner bite him than let him near her. That much was fairly obvious. Therefore, he wouldn’t bother to try.
“That’s...noble of you to try something different,” he said at last, when it appeared she wasn’t going to share further. They stood in silence for a little while. The scene around them changed very little. People came and went and their presence was so unobtrusive, that people appeared to have forgotten they existed within a few minutes, even though he was so huge and her with him made an odd pair. When she finally spoke again, it was so quiet that he had to lean down just to hear her.
“Do we have a reason for being in this specific city? Or is that yet to be determined?”
Khanh folded his arms and straightened up again, nodding to let her know he’d heard but not immediately speaking. His gaze had followed hers, out across the city they’d already traversed, then back up to more steps that would eventually take them to the manors that were visible from here. The aristocracy had built their homes into the very rock the city was comprised of, while other houses and businesses had been constructed on the steppes that jutted away from the cliff.
“Nahash chooses,” he said simply. “I do not question his reasons. I go where I am sent and I scout what I am told, then I report back and he decides.” That was a very simplistic answer to her question but there was really no explaining what she wanted to know with all these people around. The Sariqas survived on secrets and shadows. Neither of those things would be discussed out in the open and not until she proved herself.
“You like to know things.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. He’d deduced that she liked being in charge of her own destiny and person. “Sometimes there are things that cannot be known.”
The irritation was still clear on her face as he spoke again. What she wouldn’t give to smack him upside the head and tell him exactly what she thought of him. But instead, she bit her tongue, quite literally to keep from saying or doing something that may end badly for her. She took a deep breath before she began her short explanation of how she came to learn her skills.
She didn’t have a reply for him, though she had one in her head. Noble? It was as if he was trying his best to irritate her with everything he said. She wondered if perhaps he was. Maybe this was some sort of test. What ever it was, she was regretting going on this walk with him. The spider infested house seemed more appealing, at least there she could brood in silence until someone told her to do otherwise.
She waited for an answer to her question, starting to think that maybe one wasn’t coming. She was sure he had heard her, perhaps he had no idea what they were doing there and didn’t feel like looking like a fool by saying so.
She accepted his answer when it did eventually come. She had thought this group worked together as a team, but it was becoming more and more clear that was not the case. She felt more like a slave than she ever had, even living and working in the brothel had made her feel freer than she did with this group. Though she didn’t dare voice this. She felt as if she had been tricked into joining the group under false pretenses, and she had to think very carefully about her future within them, or her actions to leave them. A thing which she still hadn’t decided.
She didn’t expect him to speak again, and yet he did. She wanted to tell him he was an idiot, that things could be known if he took initiative and did things for himself instead of letting himself be bossed around, but she already knew that would not go over well and voicing such things would only make him think her disloyal in some aspect.
“I like to know as much as I can. I find it easier plan and accomplish when I know details.” She said in a simple reply, she didn’t think that answer would anger him in any way. There was nothing wrong with wanting to know what she was getting herself in to.
“I will not push for unnecessary details. I trust I will be told what I need to know when I need to know it.” She added on, just in case her first statement didn’t fully get her point across. She had at least some trust that they wouldn’t fully throw her to the wolves with no knowledge of what the situation was, but that trust was very thin and barely there. Hanging on by a very frayed thread, ready to snap at any moment.
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The irritation was still clear on her face as he spoke again. What she wouldn’t give to smack him upside the head and tell him exactly what she thought of him. But instead, she bit her tongue, quite literally to keep from saying or doing something that may end badly for her. She took a deep breath before she began her short explanation of how she came to learn her skills.
She didn’t have a reply for him, though she had one in her head. Noble? It was as if he was trying his best to irritate her with everything he said. She wondered if perhaps he was. Maybe this was some sort of test. What ever it was, she was regretting going on this walk with him. The spider infested house seemed more appealing, at least there she could brood in silence until someone told her to do otherwise.
She waited for an answer to her question, starting to think that maybe one wasn’t coming. She was sure he had heard her, perhaps he had no idea what they were doing there and didn’t feel like looking like a fool by saying so.
She accepted his answer when it did eventually come. She had thought this group worked together as a team, but it was becoming more and more clear that was not the case. She felt more like a slave than she ever had, even living and working in the brothel had made her feel freer than she did with this group. Though she didn’t dare voice this. She felt as if she had been tricked into joining the group under false pretenses, and she had to think very carefully about her future within them, or her actions to leave them. A thing which she still hadn’t decided.
She didn’t expect him to speak again, and yet he did. She wanted to tell him he was an idiot, that things could be known if he took initiative and did things for himself instead of letting himself be bossed around, but she already knew that would not go over well and voicing such things would only make him think her disloyal in some aspect.
“I like to know as much as I can. I find it easier plan and accomplish when I know details.” She said in a simple reply, she didn’t think that answer would anger him in any way. There was nothing wrong with wanting to know what she was getting herself in to.
“I will not push for unnecessary details. I trust I will be told what I need to know when I need to know it.” She added on, just in case her first statement didn’t fully get her point across. She had at least some trust that they wouldn’t fully throw her to the wolves with no knowledge of what the situation was, but that trust was very thin and barely there. Hanging on by a very frayed thread, ready to snap at any moment.
The irritation was still clear on her face as he spoke again. What she wouldn’t give to smack him upside the head and tell him exactly what she thought of him. But instead, she bit her tongue, quite literally to keep from saying or doing something that may end badly for her. She took a deep breath before she began her short explanation of how she came to learn her skills.
She didn’t have a reply for him, though she had one in her head. Noble? It was as if he was trying his best to irritate her with everything he said. She wondered if perhaps he was. Maybe this was some sort of test. What ever it was, she was regretting going on this walk with him. The spider infested house seemed more appealing, at least there she could brood in silence until someone told her to do otherwise.
She waited for an answer to her question, starting to think that maybe one wasn’t coming. She was sure he had heard her, perhaps he had no idea what they were doing there and didn’t feel like looking like a fool by saying so.
She accepted his answer when it did eventually come. She had thought this group worked together as a team, but it was becoming more and more clear that was not the case. She felt more like a slave than she ever had, even living and working in the brothel had made her feel freer than she did with this group. Though she didn’t dare voice this. She felt as if she had been tricked into joining the group under false pretenses, and she had to think very carefully about her future within them, or her actions to leave them. A thing which she still hadn’t decided.
She didn’t expect him to speak again, and yet he did. She wanted to tell him he was an idiot, that things could be known if he took initiative and did things for himself instead of letting himself be bossed around, but she already knew that would not go over well and voicing such things would only make him think her disloyal in some aspect.
“I like to know as much as I can. I find it easier plan and accomplish when I know details.” She said in a simple reply, she didn’t think that answer would anger him in any way. There was nothing wrong with wanting to know what she was getting herself in to.
“I will not push for unnecessary details. I trust I will be told what I need to know when I need to know it.” She added on, just in case her first statement didn’t fully get her point across. She had at least some trust that they wouldn’t fully throw her to the wolves with no knowledge of what the situation was, but that trust was very thin and barely there. Hanging on by a very frayed thread, ready to snap at any moment.
“I like to know as much as I can. I find it easier plan and accomplish when I know details.”
Her answer did not anger him, but then, he was not inclined to be negative in any way for the moment. Besides, he’d begun to form the opinion that she was little more than a silly girl with a child’s view on life. One sided and simple minded. Apparently they’d be using her for her skills and if she could do that, fantastic. If not? Well, her loss would not be felt. Especially with her attitude.
To him, he’d been more than gracious this morning, taking her along for this, but her expressions and tone were enough to let him know that she was still petulant. Only a simpleton wouldn’t link it to last night. The thing was, he didn’t require her to like him; merely obey. The trust would come with time.
“You’ll be told all you need to know for the next long while,” he said flatly. “I’m not sure what fantasy you’d spun but we work in secret. It would be idiotic for me to tell you everything when I’ve known you for a few hours. You could be a spy, for all I know.”
“I will not push for unnecessary details. I trust I will be told what I need to know when I need to know it.”
“Thank you,” he nodded, looking away from her then. “Now come on. I want to see what you can do.”
Pushing away from the stone wall, he led the way up the last flight of stairs that would take them as near as they could go to the Kotas manor without actually walking inside its royal radius. Guards stood sentry and made no secret about watching them. Khnah, who looked every bit like a foreigner, merely smiled at them and continued on his way to the right. The road zigzagged back and up along the cliff’s shelf, now leading away from the manor and back towards the other houses of the elite. The ones most connected to the royal family.
They did not stop at these gorgeous villas, but moved on, past them and through a little cut in the cliff face that lead up to more stairs. Honestly, this city was an endless maze of stairs and he half pitied the elderly. This cramped stairwell led them to a carved out plateau that led to a natural little cave. Passing through this, they finally made it to a shrine to one of the gods (he didn’t know which). The god had an alter at his feet and a sheer cliff face above him. The cliff face was mostly smooth.
Khanh folded his arms across his chest, looking up and then back at Somra. “I wanted to see if you’re as good as you say. Scale that. To the top, and then come back down. I’ll catch you if you fall.” Well. He’d try. Life had no guarantees.
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“I like to know as much as I can. I find it easier plan and accomplish when I know details.”
Her answer did not anger him, but then, he was not inclined to be negative in any way for the moment. Besides, he’d begun to form the opinion that she was little more than a silly girl with a child’s view on life. One sided and simple minded. Apparently they’d be using her for her skills and if she could do that, fantastic. If not? Well, her loss would not be felt. Especially with her attitude.
To him, he’d been more than gracious this morning, taking her along for this, but her expressions and tone were enough to let him know that she was still petulant. Only a simpleton wouldn’t link it to last night. The thing was, he didn’t require her to like him; merely obey. The trust would come with time.
“You’ll be told all you need to know for the next long while,” he said flatly. “I’m not sure what fantasy you’d spun but we work in secret. It would be idiotic for me to tell you everything when I’ve known you for a few hours. You could be a spy, for all I know.”
“I will not push for unnecessary details. I trust I will be told what I need to know when I need to know it.”
“Thank you,” he nodded, looking away from her then. “Now come on. I want to see what you can do.”
Pushing away from the stone wall, he led the way up the last flight of stairs that would take them as near as they could go to the Kotas manor without actually walking inside its royal radius. Guards stood sentry and made no secret about watching them. Khnah, who looked every bit like a foreigner, merely smiled at them and continued on his way to the right. The road zigzagged back and up along the cliff’s shelf, now leading away from the manor and back towards the other houses of the elite. The ones most connected to the royal family.
They did not stop at these gorgeous villas, but moved on, past them and through a little cut in the cliff face that lead up to more stairs. Honestly, this city was an endless maze of stairs and he half pitied the elderly. This cramped stairwell led them to a carved out plateau that led to a natural little cave. Passing through this, they finally made it to a shrine to one of the gods (he didn’t know which). The god had an alter at his feet and a sheer cliff face above him. The cliff face was mostly smooth.
Khanh folded his arms across his chest, looking up and then back at Somra. “I wanted to see if you’re as good as you say. Scale that. To the top, and then come back down. I’ll catch you if you fall.” Well. He’d try. Life had no guarantees.
“I like to know as much as I can. I find it easier plan and accomplish when I know details.”
Her answer did not anger him, but then, he was not inclined to be negative in any way for the moment. Besides, he’d begun to form the opinion that she was little more than a silly girl with a child’s view on life. One sided and simple minded. Apparently they’d be using her for her skills and if she could do that, fantastic. If not? Well, her loss would not be felt. Especially with her attitude.
To him, he’d been more than gracious this morning, taking her along for this, but her expressions and tone were enough to let him know that she was still petulant. Only a simpleton wouldn’t link it to last night. The thing was, he didn’t require her to like him; merely obey. The trust would come with time.
“You’ll be told all you need to know for the next long while,” he said flatly. “I’m not sure what fantasy you’d spun but we work in secret. It would be idiotic for me to tell you everything when I’ve known you for a few hours. You could be a spy, for all I know.”
“I will not push for unnecessary details. I trust I will be told what I need to know when I need to know it.”
“Thank you,” he nodded, looking away from her then. “Now come on. I want to see what you can do.”
Pushing away from the stone wall, he led the way up the last flight of stairs that would take them as near as they could go to the Kotas manor without actually walking inside its royal radius. Guards stood sentry and made no secret about watching them. Khnah, who looked every bit like a foreigner, merely smiled at them and continued on his way to the right. The road zigzagged back and up along the cliff’s shelf, now leading away from the manor and back towards the other houses of the elite. The ones most connected to the royal family.
They did not stop at these gorgeous villas, but moved on, past them and through a little cut in the cliff face that lead up to more stairs. Honestly, this city was an endless maze of stairs and he half pitied the elderly. This cramped stairwell led them to a carved out plateau that led to a natural little cave. Passing through this, they finally made it to a shrine to one of the gods (he didn’t know which). The god had an alter at his feet and a sheer cliff face above him. The cliff face was mostly smooth.
Khanh folded his arms across his chest, looking up and then back at Somra. “I wanted to see if you’re as good as you say. Scale that. To the top, and then come back down. I’ll catch you if you fall.” Well. He’d try. Life had no guarantees.
When he said that he wanted to see what she could do, she felt her stomach drop. God knows what he had in mind for her, she had confidence in her skills, she knew what she was capable of, but she didn’t trust him one bit. Despite her distrust, she followed him, curious to see what he had in mind, even if there was a bit of dread sitting in the pit of her stomach. She memorized their path as they walked, committing every detail she could to memory. The area was beautiful, and only seemed to be getting more scenic as they walked. This was clearly the area where those with money live, and she assumed this would be their targeted site at some point. When ever they figured out what the hell they were even doing here. No one seemed to know much of why they were even in Colchis.
She was relieved as he stated what he wanted her to do. She slipped off the grey cloak that she had on, despite the bit of chill the wind held, and she handed it over to him to hold for the moment, stepping towards the statue. She took a moment to stretch out, limbering up so she didn’t pull anything. She knew a cramp could mean a fall to her death.
“I won’t fall.” She said in full confidence, her dark eyes choosing her handholds as she stretched. It didn’t take her long to warm her muscles up, and she began her climb at the statue first, easily finding her way up the carved stone, she scaled it in no time. The real challenge was the cliff face above. She stood on top of the statue, and with a calculated leap, she grabbed onto her first-hand hold on the cliff.
With a bit of luck and a lot of skill, she moved from hand-hold to hand-hold along the cliff, having to move sideways at some points to get to the next hold, she reached the top and swung herself up and over the edge. She was breathing a little heavy but had a big grin on her face as she made it to the top, the joy she felt from the thrill of free climbing so high was obvious on her features. She took only a few seconds to enjoy her victory and the view from the cliff before she slid herself back over the edge, the way down much easier than the way up.
When her feet once more hit solid ground, she moved to take her cloak back from Khanh in order to cover herself back up once more, for the warmth and to avoid attracting attention from anyone as they would make their way back through the city.
She studied his face, trying to get a read on whether or not she had provided what he was looking for, or even sort of impressed him with the climb that, in her opinion, very few people could have made, let alone with such ease.
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When he said that he wanted to see what she could do, she felt her stomach drop. God knows what he had in mind for her, she had confidence in her skills, she knew what she was capable of, but she didn’t trust him one bit. Despite her distrust, she followed him, curious to see what he had in mind, even if there was a bit of dread sitting in the pit of her stomach. She memorized their path as they walked, committing every detail she could to memory. The area was beautiful, and only seemed to be getting more scenic as they walked. This was clearly the area where those with money live, and she assumed this would be their targeted site at some point. When ever they figured out what the hell they were even doing here. No one seemed to know much of why they were even in Colchis.
She was relieved as he stated what he wanted her to do. She slipped off the grey cloak that she had on, despite the bit of chill the wind held, and she handed it over to him to hold for the moment, stepping towards the statue. She took a moment to stretch out, limbering up so she didn’t pull anything. She knew a cramp could mean a fall to her death.
“I won’t fall.” She said in full confidence, her dark eyes choosing her handholds as she stretched. It didn’t take her long to warm her muscles up, and she began her climb at the statue first, easily finding her way up the carved stone, she scaled it in no time. The real challenge was the cliff face above. She stood on top of the statue, and with a calculated leap, she grabbed onto her first-hand hold on the cliff.
With a bit of luck and a lot of skill, she moved from hand-hold to hand-hold along the cliff, having to move sideways at some points to get to the next hold, she reached the top and swung herself up and over the edge. She was breathing a little heavy but had a big grin on her face as she made it to the top, the joy she felt from the thrill of free climbing so high was obvious on her features. She took only a few seconds to enjoy her victory and the view from the cliff before she slid herself back over the edge, the way down much easier than the way up.
When her feet once more hit solid ground, she moved to take her cloak back from Khanh in order to cover herself back up once more, for the warmth and to avoid attracting attention from anyone as they would make their way back through the city.
She studied his face, trying to get a read on whether or not she had provided what he was looking for, or even sort of impressed him with the climb that, in her opinion, very few people could have made, let alone with such ease.
When he said that he wanted to see what she could do, she felt her stomach drop. God knows what he had in mind for her, she had confidence in her skills, she knew what she was capable of, but she didn’t trust him one bit. Despite her distrust, she followed him, curious to see what he had in mind, even if there was a bit of dread sitting in the pit of her stomach. She memorized their path as they walked, committing every detail she could to memory. The area was beautiful, and only seemed to be getting more scenic as they walked. This was clearly the area where those with money live, and she assumed this would be their targeted site at some point. When ever they figured out what the hell they were even doing here. No one seemed to know much of why they were even in Colchis.
She was relieved as he stated what he wanted her to do. She slipped off the grey cloak that she had on, despite the bit of chill the wind held, and she handed it over to him to hold for the moment, stepping towards the statue. She took a moment to stretch out, limbering up so she didn’t pull anything. She knew a cramp could mean a fall to her death.
“I won’t fall.” She said in full confidence, her dark eyes choosing her handholds as she stretched. It didn’t take her long to warm her muscles up, and she began her climb at the statue first, easily finding her way up the carved stone, she scaled it in no time. The real challenge was the cliff face above. She stood on top of the statue, and with a calculated leap, she grabbed onto her first-hand hold on the cliff.
With a bit of luck and a lot of skill, she moved from hand-hold to hand-hold along the cliff, having to move sideways at some points to get to the next hold, she reached the top and swung herself up and over the edge. She was breathing a little heavy but had a big grin on her face as she made it to the top, the joy she felt from the thrill of free climbing so high was obvious on her features. She took only a few seconds to enjoy her victory and the view from the cliff before she slid herself back over the edge, the way down much easier than the way up.
When her feet once more hit solid ground, she moved to take her cloak back from Khanh in order to cover herself back up once more, for the warmth and to avoid attracting attention from anyone as they would make their way back through the city.
She studied his face, trying to get a read on whether or not she had provided what he was looking for, or even sort of impressed him with the climb that, in her opinion, very few people could have made, let alone with such ease.