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To her credit, she didn’t appear all that daunted. He watched her without pretending to do otherwise, as she tipped her pretty face back and assessed the task he’d set. Without so much as a word, she lifted back her hood, took off her cloak, and held it out to him as though he was nothing more than her servant. The move impressed him in a way it probably shouldn’t have and he smirked to himself, wordlessly accepting the cloth. It was still warm from her body and he draped it over his forearm, holding that to his chest, and watching her walk toward the statue. As though they were tethered, he followed her, albeit slowly, in a dreamlike way.
His gaze never left her while she stretched her limbs. Her movements were fluid and graceful as a dancer’s. She’d claimed not to be one but he thought that was a shame. She was made to be admired and designed to move in a way that normal people were not. When she was ready, she kept her face pointed toward the wall and said, “I won’t fall,” in response to his half offer to catch her.
He liked her more by the second. This was what he’d wanted to see; confidence. Determination. A force of will directed into the correct channel. This was the woman they needed on their team. Not some sullen young thing who’d had stars in her eyes and a chip on her shoulder.
Stepping back as she swung up the statue’s body, he briefly wondered if the Greek gods would take offense. Though he didn’t serve them, he didn’t necessarily want their wrath either. But when she made it to the statue’s head and the god did nothing, he wondered if their gods were real at all. In Egypt, the priests would have skinned both of them alive by now for such a desecration. This only proved that the Greeks were useless as well as lazy and their gods could not defend themselves.
He laughed and made a ‘whoop’ sound when she leaped off the statues head to grab hold of the handhold she needed. His voice echoed in the rock enclosure but no one came to see what they were up to. Probably they could kill someone up here and no one would ever come to look. While his opinion of Somra was improving by leaps and bounds, his opinion of the Greeks was dropping in equal measure. To his intense delight, she not only scaled the wall all the way to the top, but she looked to enjoy it when she sat up there. Because of how high it was, he could only see feet and the occasional flash of smile if she leaned over far enough.
For him, watching her climb back down was a little more worrisome than the climb up had been, but it proved easy enough and soon her feet were back on solid ground. When she moved to him to take back her cloak, he grinned and handed it over, clapping in slow, languid claps as she resituated herself. Her dark, searching gaze had the unhidden question in their depths; was this enough?
Yes. It was enough. As a test of skill, at any rate.
“Very well done,” he said, unreserved with his praise. His bright green eyes, alight with amusement, stayed on her face. “I am impressed, Somra. If you can get over your hatred of me, I think you have a place with us.” He saw very little reason to dance around the topic at hand. There was no use in pretending that their spat last night hadn’t happened and, what was more, the Sariqas were close-knit. They didn’t hide things from one another. Unity was key, as was honesty and Khanh was used to being incredibly honest. If he knew her better, he’d have laid a hand on her other shoulder and tucked her against his side as they walked, like he sometimes did to Tiye, but he didn’t do that to Somra. She might bite.
“Are you at all afraid when you climb?” he asked as they began their walk back. “Your face looked so serene. Like you could move the mountain if you chose.” His whole attitude was completely different than when they’d walked up. Now that he was delighted with her, he was more than willing to chat with her and to find out whatever she was willing to tell him.
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To her credit, she didn’t appear all that daunted. He watched her without pretending to do otherwise, as she tipped her pretty face back and assessed the task he’d set. Without so much as a word, she lifted back her hood, took off her cloak, and held it out to him as though he was nothing more than her servant. The move impressed him in a way it probably shouldn’t have and he smirked to himself, wordlessly accepting the cloth. It was still warm from her body and he draped it over his forearm, holding that to his chest, and watching her walk toward the statue. As though they were tethered, he followed her, albeit slowly, in a dreamlike way.
His gaze never left her while she stretched her limbs. Her movements were fluid and graceful as a dancer’s. She’d claimed not to be one but he thought that was a shame. She was made to be admired and designed to move in a way that normal people were not. When she was ready, she kept her face pointed toward the wall and said, “I won’t fall,” in response to his half offer to catch her.
He liked her more by the second. This was what he’d wanted to see; confidence. Determination. A force of will directed into the correct channel. This was the woman they needed on their team. Not some sullen young thing who’d had stars in her eyes and a chip on her shoulder.
Stepping back as she swung up the statue’s body, he briefly wondered if the Greek gods would take offense. Though he didn’t serve them, he didn’t necessarily want their wrath either. But when she made it to the statue’s head and the god did nothing, he wondered if their gods were real at all. In Egypt, the priests would have skinned both of them alive by now for such a desecration. This only proved that the Greeks were useless as well as lazy and their gods could not defend themselves.
He laughed and made a ‘whoop’ sound when she leaped off the statues head to grab hold of the handhold she needed. His voice echoed in the rock enclosure but no one came to see what they were up to. Probably they could kill someone up here and no one would ever come to look. While his opinion of Somra was improving by leaps and bounds, his opinion of the Greeks was dropping in equal measure. To his intense delight, she not only scaled the wall all the way to the top, but she looked to enjoy it when she sat up there. Because of how high it was, he could only see feet and the occasional flash of smile if she leaned over far enough.
For him, watching her climb back down was a little more worrisome than the climb up had been, but it proved easy enough and soon her feet were back on solid ground. When she moved to him to take back her cloak, he grinned and handed it over, clapping in slow, languid claps as she resituated herself. Her dark, searching gaze had the unhidden question in their depths; was this enough?
Yes. It was enough. As a test of skill, at any rate.
“Very well done,” he said, unreserved with his praise. His bright green eyes, alight with amusement, stayed on her face. “I am impressed, Somra. If you can get over your hatred of me, I think you have a place with us.” He saw very little reason to dance around the topic at hand. There was no use in pretending that their spat last night hadn’t happened and, what was more, the Sariqas were close-knit. They didn’t hide things from one another. Unity was key, as was honesty and Khanh was used to being incredibly honest. If he knew her better, he’d have laid a hand on her other shoulder and tucked her against his side as they walked, like he sometimes did to Tiye, but he didn’t do that to Somra. She might bite.
“Are you at all afraid when you climb?” he asked as they began their walk back. “Your face looked so serene. Like you could move the mountain if you chose.” His whole attitude was completely different than when they’d walked up. Now that he was delighted with her, he was more than willing to chat with her and to find out whatever she was willing to tell him.
To her credit, she didn’t appear all that daunted. He watched her without pretending to do otherwise, as she tipped her pretty face back and assessed the task he’d set. Without so much as a word, she lifted back her hood, took off her cloak, and held it out to him as though he was nothing more than her servant. The move impressed him in a way it probably shouldn’t have and he smirked to himself, wordlessly accepting the cloth. It was still warm from her body and he draped it over his forearm, holding that to his chest, and watching her walk toward the statue. As though they were tethered, he followed her, albeit slowly, in a dreamlike way.
His gaze never left her while she stretched her limbs. Her movements were fluid and graceful as a dancer’s. She’d claimed not to be one but he thought that was a shame. She was made to be admired and designed to move in a way that normal people were not. When she was ready, she kept her face pointed toward the wall and said, “I won’t fall,” in response to his half offer to catch her.
He liked her more by the second. This was what he’d wanted to see; confidence. Determination. A force of will directed into the correct channel. This was the woman they needed on their team. Not some sullen young thing who’d had stars in her eyes and a chip on her shoulder.
Stepping back as she swung up the statue’s body, he briefly wondered if the Greek gods would take offense. Though he didn’t serve them, he didn’t necessarily want their wrath either. But when she made it to the statue’s head and the god did nothing, he wondered if their gods were real at all. In Egypt, the priests would have skinned both of them alive by now for such a desecration. This only proved that the Greeks were useless as well as lazy and their gods could not defend themselves.
He laughed and made a ‘whoop’ sound when she leaped off the statues head to grab hold of the handhold she needed. His voice echoed in the rock enclosure but no one came to see what they were up to. Probably they could kill someone up here and no one would ever come to look. While his opinion of Somra was improving by leaps and bounds, his opinion of the Greeks was dropping in equal measure. To his intense delight, she not only scaled the wall all the way to the top, but she looked to enjoy it when she sat up there. Because of how high it was, he could only see feet and the occasional flash of smile if she leaned over far enough.
For him, watching her climb back down was a little more worrisome than the climb up had been, but it proved easy enough and soon her feet were back on solid ground. When she moved to him to take back her cloak, he grinned and handed it over, clapping in slow, languid claps as she resituated herself. Her dark, searching gaze had the unhidden question in their depths; was this enough?
Yes. It was enough. As a test of skill, at any rate.
“Very well done,” he said, unreserved with his praise. His bright green eyes, alight with amusement, stayed on her face. “I am impressed, Somra. If you can get over your hatred of me, I think you have a place with us.” He saw very little reason to dance around the topic at hand. There was no use in pretending that their spat last night hadn’t happened and, what was more, the Sariqas were close-knit. They didn’t hide things from one another. Unity was key, as was honesty and Khanh was used to being incredibly honest. If he knew her better, he’d have laid a hand on her other shoulder and tucked her against his side as they walked, like he sometimes did to Tiye, but he didn’t do that to Somra. She might bite.
“Are you at all afraid when you climb?” he asked as they began their walk back. “Your face looked so serene. Like you could move the mountain if you chose.” His whole attitude was completely different than when they’d walked up. Now that he was delighted with her, he was more than willing to chat with her and to find out whatever she was willing to tell him.
To say she was surprised by the clapping would be an understatement. She half expected him to tell her that her climb hadn’t been good enough and hit her or something. She didn’t let her surprise show on her face, mostly her expression was still stuck on the thrill of the climb. She loved the danger of heights and the risk of falling. She had yet to fall off anything substantial, and it had been years since she had fallen off anything in general, but there was always that danger of losing her grip, or the stone crumbling or the wind picking up and throwing her off that kept her heart racing and the joy running through her brain.
She was again taken by surprise at his words, and it sort of made her feel a little warmer towards him. Perhaps they had both been in the wrong, she knew her reaction to the spider had been a little much, but she thought his reaction to her had been unwarranted as well. Perhaps the exhaustion from travelling had gotten to them both and that had tension high. Either way, she felt a little bit of relief at the way he spoke to her now, as if she was more than just some street urchin to be gotten rid of.
She walked with him again as he led the walk back, walking directly beside him now, shaking her head at his question.
“The danger is what I love. The risk, knowing that the only thing standing between me and death is myself, my body. It is times like those that I am in more control of my own destiny than I have ever been before.” She explained. She wasn’t sure if he would understand what she meant. As a child she felt like her fate had been chosen for her, that she would live and die in the brothel, under the whims of men who held no care for her. So, when she had left, when she had taken her fate into her own hands, she refused to let anyone else control her future. She supposed that had been one of her biggest problems with what happened the other night, she was having issues not being in control, with giving herself and her fate over to someone else again.
She knew she would need to work on it, to trust that the group leaders would do what was best and she would need to learn to follow once more. She just hoped she could step in line before she messed up her chances with the group. She really did want to be there with them. It was then that she decided she would not leave, at least not yet. She would give them a chance, work on what she needed to do in order to find her place among them. She thought perhaps impressing Khanh with her climbing earlier had been a good first step towards doing exactly that.
“When I was a girl, I used to climb into the rafters of the brothel, I would hide up there in the shadows and avoid the brothel owner. He was always so mean to me. That’s where I learned to love it, the heights and the shadows.” She explained, though she wasn’t sure he cared much about her childhood, it had just come out before she thought too much about it.
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To say she was surprised by the clapping would be an understatement. She half expected him to tell her that her climb hadn’t been good enough and hit her or something. She didn’t let her surprise show on her face, mostly her expression was still stuck on the thrill of the climb. She loved the danger of heights and the risk of falling. She had yet to fall off anything substantial, and it had been years since she had fallen off anything in general, but there was always that danger of losing her grip, or the stone crumbling or the wind picking up and throwing her off that kept her heart racing and the joy running through her brain.
She was again taken by surprise at his words, and it sort of made her feel a little warmer towards him. Perhaps they had both been in the wrong, she knew her reaction to the spider had been a little much, but she thought his reaction to her had been unwarranted as well. Perhaps the exhaustion from travelling had gotten to them both and that had tension high. Either way, she felt a little bit of relief at the way he spoke to her now, as if she was more than just some street urchin to be gotten rid of.
She walked with him again as he led the walk back, walking directly beside him now, shaking her head at his question.
“The danger is what I love. The risk, knowing that the only thing standing between me and death is myself, my body. It is times like those that I am in more control of my own destiny than I have ever been before.” She explained. She wasn’t sure if he would understand what she meant. As a child she felt like her fate had been chosen for her, that she would live and die in the brothel, under the whims of men who held no care for her. So, when she had left, when she had taken her fate into her own hands, she refused to let anyone else control her future. She supposed that had been one of her biggest problems with what happened the other night, she was having issues not being in control, with giving herself and her fate over to someone else again.
She knew she would need to work on it, to trust that the group leaders would do what was best and she would need to learn to follow once more. She just hoped she could step in line before she messed up her chances with the group. She really did want to be there with them. It was then that she decided she would not leave, at least not yet. She would give them a chance, work on what she needed to do in order to find her place among them. She thought perhaps impressing Khanh with her climbing earlier had been a good first step towards doing exactly that.
“When I was a girl, I used to climb into the rafters of the brothel, I would hide up there in the shadows and avoid the brothel owner. He was always so mean to me. That’s where I learned to love it, the heights and the shadows.” She explained, though she wasn’t sure he cared much about her childhood, it had just come out before she thought too much about it.
To say she was surprised by the clapping would be an understatement. She half expected him to tell her that her climb hadn’t been good enough and hit her or something. She didn’t let her surprise show on her face, mostly her expression was still stuck on the thrill of the climb. She loved the danger of heights and the risk of falling. She had yet to fall off anything substantial, and it had been years since she had fallen off anything in general, but there was always that danger of losing her grip, or the stone crumbling or the wind picking up and throwing her off that kept her heart racing and the joy running through her brain.
She was again taken by surprise at his words, and it sort of made her feel a little warmer towards him. Perhaps they had both been in the wrong, she knew her reaction to the spider had been a little much, but she thought his reaction to her had been unwarranted as well. Perhaps the exhaustion from travelling had gotten to them both and that had tension high. Either way, she felt a little bit of relief at the way he spoke to her now, as if she was more than just some street urchin to be gotten rid of.
She walked with him again as he led the walk back, walking directly beside him now, shaking her head at his question.
“The danger is what I love. The risk, knowing that the only thing standing between me and death is myself, my body. It is times like those that I am in more control of my own destiny than I have ever been before.” She explained. She wasn’t sure if he would understand what she meant. As a child she felt like her fate had been chosen for her, that she would live and die in the brothel, under the whims of men who held no care for her. So, when she had left, when she had taken her fate into her own hands, she refused to let anyone else control her future. She supposed that had been one of her biggest problems with what happened the other night, she was having issues not being in control, with giving herself and her fate over to someone else again.
She knew she would need to work on it, to trust that the group leaders would do what was best and she would need to learn to follow once more. She just hoped she could step in line before she messed up her chances with the group. She really did want to be there with them. It was then that she decided she would not leave, at least not yet. She would give them a chance, work on what she needed to do in order to find her place among them. She thought perhaps impressing Khanh with her climbing earlier had been a good first step towards doing exactly that.
“When I was a girl, I used to climb into the rafters of the brothel, I would hide up there in the shadows and avoid the brothel owner. He was always so mean to me. That’s where I learned to love it, the heights and the shadows.” She explained, though she wasn’t sure he cared much about her childhood, it had just come out before she thought too much about it.
Clasping his hands behind his back, he listened without interrupting as she detailed what it was exactly that she loved so much about climbing. As she spoke, he imagined himself up on that wall instead of her. In his mind’s eye, he watched his own fingers questing against the stone for any sort of purchase and could feel the grit under his fingertips as he hauled himself up. She was right about the thrill. Any second, wind could tear a person away from their position, or a muscle could fail. It didn’t matter if toes were tired, legs were strained, arms burned, fingers ached. Whichever portion of the body gave way, there was no failsafe. The scaler would fall and become one with the ground far below. Death sniffed ever at a climber’s heels like a dog looking for scraps, but her willingness to court such an unenviable end was something he understood. One didn’t become a thief because one wanted to live in safety and comfort.
If that was all he sought, he’d have apprenticed a blacksmith or a rugmaker. Fortune favored the bold and he didn’t think that becoming an elder was ever what fate had in mind for him in any case.
When she mentioned the brothel, his bright green eyes cut to her. Khanh was not a great frequenter of brothels, but he’d been in some more than once. It was no place for a child of either gender and he knew that Somra had seen more than any child reasonably should. This isn’t to say that he felt more emotionally connected to her, but more that he understood her not to be quite as naive about the world as might be assumed. Which meant that her blushes did not need to be spared, because she likely wouldn’t have any negative reaction to anything he or the other men did. That was his new assumption, anyway.
“I’m sure I would have learned to love shadows too,” he agreed. “And how did you get out of that life? I assume you were expected to be a whore as well?” A natural enough assumption. The daughter of a whore frequently became one. This wasn’t meant to be an insult. It was just factual. With no life skills, no ability to read, no formal schooling, most children of whores led the same life. Males often were apprenticed out, but not always. And girls? They were even less likely to leave. That Somra had was interesting and showed that she had grit, but she’d already amply demonstrated that she was headstrong.
They were heading down the first flight of stairs now, after passing the Kotas manor and it’s guards. There were less people in the courtyard steppe they’d stopped in before and Khanh took the opportunity to stop and look out from here over the city again, across the flat rooftops and down to the ships moored in the harbor. “You know it’s funny,” he said after a moment. “The has any number of lives to be led, and here you and I are, in some far flung stone city, about to rob people we’ve never met, and get a shiny object for other people we’ve never and will never meet. Life’s interesting, Somra. Let no one tell you different.”
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Clasping his hands behind his back, he listened without interrupting as she detailed what it was exactly that she loved so much about climbing. As she spoke, he imagined himself up on that wall instead of her. In his mind’s eye, he watched his own fingers questing against the stone for any sort of purchase and could feel the grit under his fingertips as he hauled himself up. She was right about the thrill. Any second, wind could tear a person away from their position, or a muscle could fail. It didn’t matter if toes were tired, legs were strained, arms burned, fingers ached. Whichever portion of the body gave way, there was no failsafe. The scaler would fall and become one with the ground far below. Death sniffed ever at a climber’s heels like a dog looking for scraps, but her willingness to court such an unenviable end was something he understood. One didn’t become a thief because one wanted to live in safety and comfort.
If that was all he sought, he’d have apprenticed a blacksmith or a rugmaker. Fortune favored the bold and he didn’t think that becoming an elder was ever what fate had in mind for him in any case.
When she mentioned the brothel, his bright green eyes cut to her. Khanh was not a great frequenter of brothels, but he’d been in some more than once. It was no place for a child of either gender and he knew that Somra had seen more than any child reasonably should. This isn’t to say that he felt more emotionally connected to her, but more that he understood her not to be quite as naive about the world as might be assumed. Which meant that her blushes did not need to be spared, because she likely wouldn’t have any negative reaction to anything he or the other men did. That was his new assumption, anyway.
“I’m sure I would have learned to love shadows too,” he agreed. “And how did you get out of that life? I assume you were expected to be a whore as well?” A natural enough assumption. The daughter of a whore frequently became one. This wasn’t meant to be an insult. It was just factual. With no life skills, no ability to read, no formal schooling, most children of whores led the same life. Males often were apprenticed out, but not always. And girls? They were even less likely to leave. That Somra had was interesting and showed that she had grit, but she’d already amply demonstrated that she was headstrong.
They were heading down the first flight of stairs now, after passing the Kotas manor and it’s guards. There were less people in the courtyard steppe they’d stopped in before and Khanh took the opportunity to stop and look out from here over the city again, across the flat rooftops and down to the ships moored in the harbor. “You know it’s funny,” he said after a moment. “The has any number of lives to be led, and here you and I are, in some far flung stone city, about to rob people we’ve never met, and get a shiny object for other people we’ve never and will never meet. Life’s interesting, Somra. Let no one tell you different.”
Clasping his hands behind his back, he listened without interrupting as she detailed what it was exactly that she loved so much about climbing. As she spoke, he imagined himself up on that wall instead of her. In his mind’s eye, he watched his own fingers questing against the stone for any sort of purchase and could feel the grit under his fingertips as he hauled himself up. She was right about the thrill. Any second, wind could tear a person away from their position, or a muscle could fail. It didn’t matter if toes were tired, legs were strained, arms burned, fingers ached. Whichever portion of the body gave way, there was no failsafe. The scaler would fall and become one with the ground far below. Death sniffed ever at a climber’s heels like a dog looking for scraps, but her willingness to court such an unenviable end was something he understood. One didn’t become a thief because one wanted to live in safety and comfort.
If that was all he sought, he’d have apprenticed a blacksmith or a rugmaker. Fortune favored the bold and he didn’t think that becoming an elder was ever what fate had in mind for him in any case.
When she mentioned the brothel, his bright green eyes cut to her. Khanh was not a great frequenter of brothels, but he’d been in some more than once. It was no place for a child of either gender and he knew that Somra had seen more than any child reasonably should. This isn’t to say that he felt more emotionally connected to her, but more that he understood her not to be quite as naive about the world as might be assumed. Which meant that her blushes did not need to be spared, because she likely wouldn’t have any negative reaction to anything he or the other men did. That was his new assumption, anyway.
“I’m sure I would have learned to love shadows too,” he agreed. “And how did you get out of that life? I assume you were expected to be a whore as well?” A natural enough assumption. The daughter of a whore frequently became one. This wasn’t meant to be an insult. It was just factual. With no life skills, no ability to read, no formal schooling, most children of whores led the same life. Males often were apprenticed out, but not always. And girls? They were even less likely to leave. That Somra had was interesting and showed that she had grit, but she’d already amply demonstrated that she was headstrong.
They were heading down the first flight of stairs now, after passing the Kotas manor and it’s guards. There were less people in the courtyard steppe they’d stopped in before and Khanh took the opportunity to stop and look out from here over the city again, across the flat rooftops and down to the ships moored in the harbor. “You know it’s funny,” he said after a moment. “The has any number of lives to be led, and here you and I are, in some far flung stone city, about to rob people we’ve never met, and get a shiny object for other people we’ve never and will never meet. Life’s interesting, Somra. Let no one tell you different.”
She nodded. “When my mother passed, I was given the choice to take her place. Except, it wasn’t a choice at all, not really. And yet, I made my own choice despite that. I took off in the night, climbed out a window and down the building and left.” She said with a little shrug, to her that was her childhood, her experiences. She had never thought to someone else it might be anything other than ordinary.
“I left with nothing but the clothes I wore, and I have provided for myself ever since.” She said simply, ending her story there. She was sure he did not care for her stories of theft, lying, and performing. She was surprised that he seemed to care to listen to any talk of her childhood in general.
Somra wasn’t sure what to think of him, she had started her day still angry and scared over his actions the night before, and now she was strolling casually with him, speaking of her childhood and having him seem almost genuinely interested in what she had to say. The flip in personality made her almost wearier of him, there was something odd about him, something that gave her a bad feeling in her stomach.
Somra watched as he stopped again, to once more look out over the city and muse about the fact that the two of them were there together, for the reason that they were. It was strange, and it was not where she thought she would ever end up. Her dreams of being some noble man’s wife and living in the lap of luxury seemed more and more fleeting as the years went by. She knew that her youthful beauty would not last forever, and the longer it took her to find a husband who was rich enough for her tastes, the harder it would be.
This life was a temporary measure in her mind, a way to make enough money to further pursue her ideal future. With money she could afford nice clothes and jewelry, and a nice house somewhere, it would help her give off the illusion that she came from noble blood and help her trap a husband who would then provide for her for the rest of her life.
This she did not mention to anyone, knowing that none of them would be happy knowing she did not plan to be involved with the group until she no longer drew breath. This was a quick way to more money for her, and nothing more. She had no intentions of outing any of them as what they were, but she also had no intentions of being there long term.
They stood there for a while, looking out over the buildings before Khanh started off once more. The rest o their walk back to the house they had come from was fairly quiet, both of them either lost in their thoughts or just tired of idle chatter. When they arrived back at the house, Somra knew that there would likely be something for them to do, though she hoped not. She hoped to free roam the city soon, to go out on her own and see if she could find anything of note.
Their walk back to the house was uneventful, and upon their arrival, both went their separate ways, to truly start their day and any tasks that might be needed of them.
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She nodded. “When my mother passed, I was given the choice to take her place. Except, it wasn’t a choice at all, not really. And yet, I made my own choice despite that. I took off in the night, climbed out a window and down the building and left.” She said with a little shrug, to her that was her childhood, her experiences. She had never thought to someone else it might be anything other than ordinary.
“I left with nothing but the clothes I wore, and I have provided for myself ever since.” She said simply, ending her story there. She was sure he did not care for her stories of theft, lying, and performing. She was surprised that he seemed to care to listen to any talk of her childhood in general.
Somra wasn’t sure what to think of him, she had started her day still angry and scared over his actions the night before, and now she was strolling casually with him, speaking of her childhood and having him seem almost genuinely interested in what she had to say. The flip in personality made her almost wearier of him, there was something odd about him, something that gave her a bad feeling in her stomach.
Somra watched as he stopped again, to once more look out over the city and muse about the fact that the two of them were there together, for the reason that they were. It was strange, and it was not where she thought she would ever end up. Her dreams of being some noble man’s wife and living in the lap of luxury seemed more and more fleeting as the years went by. She knew that her youthful beauty would not last forever, and the longer it took her to find a husband who was rich enough for her tastes, the harder it would be.
This life was a temporary measure in her mind, a way to make enough money to further pursue her ideal future. With money she could afford nice clothes and jewelry, and a nice house somewhere, it would help her give off the illusion that she came from noble blood and help her trap a husband who would then provide for her for the rest of her life.
This she did not mention to anyone, knowing that none of them would be happy knowing she did not plan to be involved with the group until she no longer drew breath. This was a quick way to more money for her, and nothing more. She had no intentions of outing any of them as what they were, but she also had no intentions of being there long term.
They stood there for a while, looking out over the buildings before Khanh started off once more. The rest o their walk back to the house they had come from was fairly quiet, both of them either lost in their thoughts or just tired of idle chatter. When they arrived back at the house, Somra knew that there would likely be something for them to do, though she hoped not. She hoped to free roam the city soon, to go out on her own and see if she could find anything of note.
Their walk back to the house was uneventful, and upon their arrival, both went their separate ways, to truly start their day and any tasks that might be needed of them.
She nodded. “When my mother passed, I was given the choice to take her place. Except, it wasn’t a choice at all, not really. And yet, I made my own choice despite that. I took off in the night, climbed out a window and down the building and left.” She said with a little shrug, to her that was her childhood, her experiences. She had never thought to someone else it might be anything other than ordinary.
“I left with nothing but the clothes I wore, and I have provided for myself ever since.” She said simply, ending her story there. She was sure he did not care for her stories of theft, lying, and performing. She was surprised that he seemed to care to listen to any talk of her childhood in general.
Somra wasn’t sure what to think of him, she had started her day still angry and scared over his actions the night before, and now she was strolling casually with him, speaking of her childhood and having him seem almost genuinely interested in what she had to say. The flip in personality made her almost wearier of him, there was something odd about him, something that gave her a bad feeling in her stomach.
Somra watched as he stopped again, to once more look out over the city and muse about the fact that the two of them were there together, for the reason that they were. It was strange, and it was not where she thought she would ever end up. Her dreams of being some noble man’s wife and living in the lap of luxury seemed more and more fleeting as the years went by. She knew that her youthful beauty would not last forever, and the longer it took her to find a husband who was rich enough for her tastes, the harder it would be.
This life was a temporary measure in her mind, a way to make enough money to further pursue her ideal future. With money she could afford nice clothes and jewelry, and a nice house somewhere, it would help her give off the illusion that she came from noble blood and help her trap a husband who would then provide for her for the rest of her life.
This she did not mention to anyone, knowing that none of them would be happy knowing she did not plan to be involved with the group until she no longer drew breath. This was a quick way to more money for her, and nothing more. She had no intentions of outing any of them as what they were, but she also had no intentions of being there long term.
They stood there for a while, looking out over the buildings before Khanh started off once more. The rest o their walk back to the house they had come from was fairly quiet, both of them either lost in their thoughts or just tired of idle chatter. When they arrived back at the house, Somra knew that there would likely be something for them to do, though she hoped not. She hoped to free roam the city soon, to go out on her own and see if she could find anything of note.
Their walk back to the house was uneventful, and upon their arrival, both went their separate ways, to truly start their day and any tasks that might be needed of them.