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Judah was a bustling hub of activity, the market streets alive with the sounds of laughter and haggling. Callidora was among those laughing and haggling, holding up two different swathes of fabric to a young fishwife, who looked at them both, deep in thought. After a lengthy inner debate, she picked the one on the right, the Grecian woman smiling and nodding as she folded it back up.
“Good choice,” she told her customer in heavily accented Hebrew, handing it off before accepting her coin. “Thank you!”
She waved cheerfully when the woman departed, rejoining her husband where he chatted with the store’s proprietor, Caleb. This was the third time she’d travelled to Judea with Demetrius, and the second time she’d met her husband’s friend and occasional business partner who kindly offered them space in his store while they were in the capitol. At first, he had been leery of Callidora’s presence, but came to accept it after the awkward initial week. She was smart for a woman and good at dealing with the wives and matrons that passed through his doors. While she wouldn’t really consider herself as such, she maintained an appearance of kindness and humility that Caleb appreciated, and so he made no further protest when Demetrius continued to bring her along.
Respectfully dressed in the garb expected of a Judean woman, Callidora straightened the light blue organza mitpahath that covered her head and smoothed her hands down the darker blue linen tunic covering her torso. She disliked covering her hair, especially in such heat, but knew respect was tantamount when it came to working and coexisting in foreign lands. The merchant’s wife did her best to honor the customs and traditions of the places she and her husband travelled, but it didn’t mean she always liked them, especially when they were so uncomfortable. She was sweltering beneath the fabric covering her head and was already thinking about when she could take it all off back in their rented rooms. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d sweated so much.
Setting aside her discomfort for the time being, she looked up with a friendly smile when another woman approached. Hardly more than a girl, really, she was lovely with a kind face and large eyes that made Dora smile that much wider. Stepping away from Demetrius and Caleb again, Dora moved forward to greet her, inclining her head in a nod with a polite, “Hello!” Bright green eyes curiously took in the young brunette, gesturing broadly to the shop’s wares. “Need help?”
Her language was short and succinct, but she could at least make herself understood… or at least she hoped so. Of the languages she spoke, Hebrew was the one Callidora was least familiar with, and she often stumbled over the unfamiliar sounds. She loved to practice, though, and she’d found most of their patrons to be patient and helpful as she stammered her way through.
Tapping a hand to her chest, she continued, “Happy to help, if you need.”
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Judah was a bustling hub of activity, the market streets alive with the sounds of laughter and haggling. Callidora was among those laughing and haggling, holding up two different swathes of fabric to a young fishwife, who looked at them both, deep in thought. After a lengthy inner debate, she picked the one on the right, the Grecian woman smiling and nodding as she folded it back up.
“Good choice,” she told her customer in heavily accented Hebrew, handing it off before accepting her coin. “Thank you!”
She waved cheerfully when the woman departed, rejoining her husband where he chatted with the store’s proprietor, Caleb. This was the third time she’d travelled to Judea with Demetrius, and the second time she’d met her husband’s friend and occasional business partner who kindly offered them space in his store while they were in the capitol. At first, he had been leery of Callidora’s presence, but came to accept it after the awkward initial week. She was smart for a woman and good at dealing with the wives and matrons that passed through his doors. While she wouldn’t really consider herself as such, she maintained an appearance of kindness and humility that Caleb appreciated, and so he made no further protest when Demetrius continued to bring her along.
Respectfully dressed in the garb expected of a Judean woman, Callidora straightened the light blue organza mitpahath that covered her head and smoothed her hands down the darker blue linen tunic covering her torso. She disliked covering her hair, especially in such heat, but knew respect was tantamount when it came to working and coexisting in foreign lands. The merchant’s wife did her best to honor the customs and traditions of the places she and her husband travelled, but it didn’t mean she always liked them, especially when they were so uncomfortable. She was sweltering beneath the fabric covering her head and was already thinking about when she could take it all off back in their rented rooms. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d sweated so much.
Setting aside her discomfort for the time being, she looked up with a friendly smile when another woman approached. Hardly more than a girl, really, she was lovely with a kind face and large eyes that made Dora smile that much wider. Stepping away from Demetrius and Caleb again, Dora moved forward to greet her, inclining her head in a nod with a polite, “Hello!” Bright green eyes curiously took in the young brunette, gesturing broadly to the shop’s wares. “Need help?”
Her language was short and succinct, but she could at least make herself understood… or at least she hoped so. Of the languages she spoke, Hebrew was the one Callidora was least familiar with, and she often stumbled over the unfamiliar sounds. She loved to practice, though, and she’d found most of their patrons to be patient and helpful as she stammered her way through.
Tapping a hand to her chest, she continued, “Happy to help, if you need.”
Judah was a bustling hub of activity, the market streets alive with the sounds of laughter and haggling. Callidora was among those laughing and haggling, holding up two different swathes of fabric to a young fishwife, who looked at them both, deep in thought. After a lengthy inner debate, she picked the one on the right, the Grecian woman smiling and nodding as she folded it back up.
“Good choice,” she told her customer in heavily accented Hebrew, handing it off before accepting her coin. “Thank you!”
She waved cheerfully when the woman departed, rejoining her husband where he chatted with the store’s proprietor, Caleb. This was the third time she’d travelled to Judea with Demetrius, and the second time she’d met her husband’s friend and occasional business partner who kindly offered them space in his store while they were in the capitol. At first, he had been leery of Callidora’s presence, but came to accept it after the awkward initial week. She was smart for a woman and good at dealing with the wives and matrons that passed through his doors. While she wouldn’t really consider herself as such, she maintained an appearance of kindness and humility that Caleb appreciated, and so he made no further protest when Demetrius continued to bring her along.
Respectfully dressed in the garb expected of a Judean woman, Callidora straightened the light blue organza mitpahath that covered her head and smoothed her hands down the darker blue linen tunic covering her torso. She disliked covering her hair, especially in such heat, but knew respect was tantamount when it came to working and coexisting in foreign lands. The merchant’s wife did her best to honor the customs and traditions of the places she and her husband travelled, but it didn’t mean she always liked them, especially when they were so uncomfortable. She was sweltering beneath the fabric covering her head and was already thinking about when she could take it all off back in their rented rooms. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d sweated so much.
Setting aside her discomfort for the time being, she looked up with a friendly smile when another woman approached. Hardly more than a girl, really, she was lovely with a kind face and large eyes that made Dora smile that much wider. Stepping away from Demetrius and Caleb again, Dora moved forward to greet her, inclining her head in a nod with a polite, “Hello!” Bright green eyes curiously took in the young brunette, gesturing broadly to the shop’s wares. “Need help?”
Her language was short and succinct, but she could at least make herself understood… or at least she hoped so. Of the languages she spoke, Hebrew was the one Callidora was least familiar with, and she often stumbled over the unfamiliar sounds. She loved to practice, though, and she’d found most of their patrons to be patient and helpful as she stammered her way through.
Tapping a hand to her chest, she continued, “Happy to help, if you need.”
It was market day in Judah, and Maeri was excited for the opportunity to get out of the house and see all the sights and sounds of everyone who gathered to sell their wares. There were always new things to see and experience and most importantly, to buy. She always could count on coming home with a few new small treasures to enjoy.
That morning, it seemed like no one in the house could move quickly enough for Maeri’s liking, she was up and dressed in her robe and mitzpahath as soon as the sun had risen. As much as she would have been willing to go to the market without eating and have breakfast there, she knew the others would want to eat before going. Therefore she set out a small breakfast of dried fruits, wine, honey and some uneven slices of yesterday’s bread. It wasn’t much, but it should be enough to keep her sisters, her mother and her aunt happy enough to head out to the market straight away once they were ready.
While they had found the breakfast adequate, it still felt like ages as the other women got up and ate and got ready for the day. Maeri found herself pacing excitedly as she waited for the other women. Once they were finally out of the house Maeri practically skipped into town. Once they were there, Talora split off from the others fairly quickly. Maeri never knew what exactly her sister got up to, but she knew enough from the rumors that it probably wasn’t any good.
There was so much to see at the market and Maeri looked around excitedly. Her mother and Nedevah had stopped to look at some pottery, but Maeri wandered on, to a stall not too far away. It was full of nicely woven and dyed cloth, and Maeri was just browsing, when a woman addressed her in accented Hebrew. Maeri jumped a bit, not expecting to be addressed, but turned around with a smile. Although she couldn’t identify the accent, Maeri immediately found the woman much more interesting than the cloth she had been looking at. She always loved hearing about far away lands.
“Oh, no. I was just looking around.” Maeri replied. “But your fabric is so pretty.” Maeri didn’t see an obvious way to make a connection between the fabric and the woman being a foreigner, but she was dying to ask her all the questions. Subtlety was never Maeri’s strong point, so she just jumped straight in with the questions that were hugging at the edge of her mind. “Where are you from? I mean, you are from somewhere else aren’t you? The accent?” Maeri realized as soon as she opened her mouth that she had just assumed without even confirming that she was a foreigner. She hoped she hadn’t just put her foot in her mouth.
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It was market day in Judah, and Maeri was excited for the opportunity to get out of the house and see all the sights and sounds of everyone who gathered to sell their wares. There were always new things to see and experience and most importantly, to buy. She always could count on coming home with a few new small treasures to enjoy.
That morning, it seemed like no one in the house could move quickly enough for Maeri’s liking, she was up and dressed in her robe and mitzpahath as soon as the sun had risen. As much as she would have been willing to go to the market without eating and have breakfast there, she knew the others would want to eat before going. Therefore she set out a small breakfast of dried fruits, wine, honey and some uneven slices of yesterday’s bread. It wasn’t much, but it should be enough to keep her sisters, her mother and her aunt happy enough to head out to the market straight away once they were ready.
While they had found the breakfast adequate, it still felt like ages as the other women got up and ate and got ready for the day. Maeri found herself pacing excitedly as she waited for the other women. Once they were finally out of the house Maeri practically skipped into town. Once they were there, Talora split off from the others fairly quickly. Maeri never knew what exactly her sister got up to, but she knew enough from the rumors that it probably wasn’t any good.
There was so much to see at the market and Maeri looked around excitedly. Her mother and Nedevah had stopped to look at some pottery, but Maeri wandered on, to a stall not too far away. It was full of nicely woven and dyed cloth, and Maeri was just browsing, when a woman addressed her in accented Hebrew. Maeri jumped a bit, not expecting to be addressed, but turned around with a smile. Although she couldn’t identify the accent, Maeri immediately found the woman much more interesting than the cloth she had been looking at. She always loved hearing about far away lands.
“Oh, no. I was just looking around.” Maeri replied. “But your fabric is so pretty.” Maeri didn’t see an obvious way to make a connection between the fabric and the woman being a foreigner, but she was dying to ask her all the questions. Subtlety was never Maeri’s strong point, so she just jumped straight in with the questions that were hugging at the edge of her mind. “Where are you from? I mean, you are from somewhere else aren’t you? The accent?” Maeri realized as soon as she opened her mouth that she had just assumed without even confirming that she was a foreigner. She hoped she hadn’t just put her foot in her mouth.
It was market day in Judah, and Maeri was excited for the opportunity to get out of the house and see all the sights and sounds of everyone who gathered to sell their wares. There were always new things to see and experience and most importantly, to buy. She always could count on coming home with a few new small treasures to enjoy.
That morning, it seemed like no one in the house could move quickly enough for Maeri’s liking, she was up and dressed in her robe and mitzpahath as soon as the sun had risen. As much as she would have been willing to go to the market without eating and have breakfast there, she knew the others would want to eat before going. Therefore she set out a small breakfast of dried fruits, wine, honey and some uneven slices of yesterday’s bread. It wasn’t much, but it should be enough to keep her sisters, her mother and her aunt happy enough to head out to the market straight away once they were ready.
While they had found the breakfast adequate, it still felt like ages as the other women got up and ate and got ready for the day. Maeri found herself pacing excitedly as she waited for the other women. Once they were finally out of the house Maeri practically skipped into town. Once they were there, Talora split off from the others fairly quickly. Maeri never knew what exactly her sister got up to, but she knew enough from the rumors that it probably wasn’t any good.
There was so much to see at the market and Maeri looked around excitedly. Her mother and Nedevah had stopped to look at some pottery, but Maeri wandered on, to a stall not too far away. It was full of nicely woven and dyed cloth, and Maeri was just browsing, when a woman addressed her in accented Hebrew. Maeri jumped a bit, not expecting to be addressed, but turned around with a smile. Although she couldn’t identify the accent, Maeri immediately found the woman much more interesting than the cloth she had been looking at. She always loved hearing about far away lands.
“Oh, no. I was just looking around.” Maeri replied. “But your fabric is so pretty.” Maeri didn’t see an obvious way to make a connection between the fabric and the woman being a foreigner, but she was dying to ask her all the questions. Subtlety was never Maeri’s strong point, so she just jumped straight in with the questions that were hugging at the edge of her mind. “Where are you from? I mean, you are from somewhere else aren’t you? The accent?” Maeri realized as soon as she opened her mouth that she had just assumed without even confirming that she was a foreigner. She hoped she hadn’t just put her foot in her mouth.
Callidora only smiled at the girl’s curious questions, inclining her head in a nod. The other spoke a little too quickly for her to pick up on every word, but she caught enough of it to get the gist of what she was asking. It was often this way when she travelled abroad—met with questions both well-intentioned and not so, but she could sense no sort of malice from this girl. Just a burning interest, one that she understood all too well. After all, what else had driven her toward choosing such a life if not the desire to know what lay beyond the sea?
“I am of Greece,” Dora answered slowly, pointing vaguely toward the north. She wasn’t offended in the; slightest by her companion’s questions, in fact, quite the opposite. She was always happy to discuss her homeland, especially with someone who had probably never been there, and probably never would. “Colchis. Much different from Judea. Much different.”
Placing her hand against her chest, she introduced herself, “Callidora. From small fishing town called Almosis. Not busy like Judah.” She smiled and gestured toward Maeri. “Name? You always from here?” Dora was trying to ask if she’d been born here, but didn’t know how to phrase it properly. She hoped she could get her meaning across with just her few broken words.
“Family here?” she continued curiously, tilting her head. “Husband?” She hoped she wasn’t too presumptuous in her questioning, but she figured her inquiries were innocuous enough. Pointing toward where her own husband chatted with Caleb, her smile deepened. “My family. My husband, Demetrius. We travel all places.”
Of course, that wasn’t entirely true—who could claim they’d seen the whole world, especially in such a short life? Though she knew it was likely just pipe dream, that, however, was Callidora’s goal. She wanted to see everywhere that was known and everywhere that wasn’t, her own lofty ambitions pointing her toward discovering the unknown. An adventurous spirit combined with a pig-headed tenacity convinced her that it was more than just a possibility. Some day…
“You ever go anywhere else?” she asked, carefully setting down the length of silk she held and rolling it back up to join the others. “Out of Judea?” Dora was almost certain that answer was no, especially with the hold the country seemed to have on its women, but she’d been wrong before. Assumptions were not always hardened truth.
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Callidora only smiled at the girl’s curious questions, inclining her head in a nod. The other spoke a little too quickly for her to pick up on every word, but she caught enough of it to get the gist of what she was asking. It was often this way when she travelled abroad—met with questions both well-intentioned and not so, but she could sense no sort of malice from this girl. Just a burning interest, one that she understood all too well. After all, what else had driven her toward choosing such a life if not the desire to know what lay beyond the sea?
“I am of Greece,” Dora answered slowly, pointing vaguely toward the north. She wasn’t offended in the; slightest by her companion’s questions, in fact, quite the opposite. She was always happy to discuss her homeland, especially with someone who had probably never been there, and probably never would. “Colchis. Much different from Judea. Much different.”
Placing her hand against her chest, she introduced herself, “Callidora. From small fishing town called Almosis. Not busy like Judah.” She smiled and gestured toward Maeri. “Name? You always from here?” Dora was trying to ask if she’d been born here, but didn’t know how to phrase it properly. She hoped she could get her meaning across with just her few broken words.
“Family here?” she continued curiously, tilting her head. “Husband?” She hoped she wasn’t too presumptuous in her questioning, but she figured her inquiries were innocuous enough. Pointing toward where her own husband chatted with Caleb, her smile deepened. “My family. My husband, Demetrius. We travel all places.”
Of course, that wasn’t entirely true—who could claim they’d seen the whole world, especially in such a short life? Though she knew it was likely just pipe dream, that, however, was Callidora’s goal. She wanted to see everywhere that was known and everywhere that wasn’t, her own lofty ambitions pointing her toward discovering the unknown. An adventurous spirit combined with a pig-headed tenacity convinced her that it was more than just a possibility. Some day…
“You ever go anywhere else?” she asked, carefully setting down the length of silk she held and rolling it back up to join the others. “Out of Judea?” Dora was almost certain that answer was no, especially with the hold the country seemed to have on its women, but she’d been wrong before. Assumptions were not always hardened truth.
Callidora only smiled at the girl’s curious questions, inclining her head in a nod. The other spoke a little too quickly for her to pick up on every word, but she caught enough of it to get the gist of what she was asking. It was often this way when she travelled abroad—met with questions both well-intentioned and not so, but she could sense no sort of malice from this girl. Just a burning interest, one that she understood all too well. After all, what else had driven her toward choosing such a life if not the desire to know what lay beyond the sea?
“I am of Greece,” Dora answered slowly, pointing vaguely toward the north. She wasn’t offended in the; slightest by her companion’s questions, in fact, quite the opposite. She was always happy to discuss her homeland, especially with someone who had probably never been there, and probably never would. “Colchis. Much different from Judea. Much different.”
Placing her hand against her chest, she introduced herself, “Callidora. From small fishing town called Almosis. Not busy like Judah.” She smiled and gestured toward Maeri. “Name? You always from here?” Dora was trying to ask if she’d been born here, but didn’t know how to phrase it properly. She hoped she could get her meaning across with just her few broken words.
“Family here?” she continued curiously, tilting her head. “Husband?” She hoped she wasn’t too presumptuous in her questioning, but she figured her inquiries were innocuous enough. Pointing toward where her own husband chatted with Caleb, her smile deepened. “My family. My husband, Demetrius. We travel all places.”
Of course, that wasn’t entirely true—who could claim they’d seen the whole world, especially in such a short life? Though she knew it was likely just pipe dream, that, however, was Callidora’s goal. She wanted to see everywhere that was known and everywhere that wasn’t, her own lofty ambitions pointing her toward discovering the unknown. An adventurous spirit combined with a pig-headed tenacity convinced her that it was more than just a possibility. Some day…
“You ever go anywhere else?” she asked, carefully setting down the length of silk she held and rolling it back up to join the others. “Out of Judea?” Dora was almost certain that answer was no, especially with the hold the country seemed to have on its women, but she’d been wrong before. Assumptions were not always hardened truth.
Maeri couldn’t help but be excited that she was actually in a conversation with a foreigner. She wasn’t sure she’d ever actually talked to a foreigner before, and she was so excited to learn as much as she could about anything and everything about...wherever it was she was from. Greece, it turned out. The woman’s words were slow and clumsy and oddly accented, but Maeri didn’t care. It was all music to her ears, and Maeri was lapping it all up like an overeager puppy.
It hadn’t occurred to Maeri that this foreign woman would be interested in her. She must seem so boring compared to anything the woman might have seen in Colchis. She wasn’t anyone and she had never been anywhere, so she couldn’t fathom why the woman would want to know her name. On the other hand, she loved making new friends, so there was absolutely no reason not to share her name. “I’m Maeri of Yonita,” she grinned broadly at Callidora. Then frowned a bit as she realized that the woman had not mentioned a matronym. Maybe they didn’t do that in Greece. “Yonita’s my mother, that is. That’s how we distinguish people from each other here.” She wasn’t sure the woman followed her long rambling explanation. Maybe it didn’t matter, she was talking to a real, life Greek after all.
“No, I’ve never lived anywhere else, though we do often travel to other places in Judea.” Then it hit Maeri that she hadn’t ever explained who ‘we’ was. “That is, my mother, my aunt and my sisters and me.” Her sisters were actually her half sisters-half cousins, but Maeri had never bothered with those technicalities. Both her mother and her aunt had been married to the same man before their death, so all three girls had grown up together in the same house. That they had a different mother than her was hardly relevant as far as she was concerned.
Maeri almost giggled when she was asked if she had a husband. “No, I don’t have a husband. My sisters aren’t even married yet. I don’t expect I’ll be married for quite a while.” Maeri did want to be married someday, but it still seemed a very long way off. Though she supposed it wouldn’t be that weird if she was married at her age, so it wasn’t that weird a question to ask. Maeri peered over at Callidora’s husband when he was mentioned and then looked back to Callidora when she mentioned that they traveled all over. Maeri wanted to hear everything. “Where have you been? What was it like? Where did you like best?” The questions just tumbled out of her mouth. She wanted to know anything and everything about all these places this woman had been. It seemed she lived such a glamorous and interesting life. Her own life seemed so boring in comparison. “No, I’ve never been outside of Judea. You’re so lucky to get to travel everywhere.” Maeri hoped one day she might marry a man who liked to travel. Then she’d get to see more of the world.
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Maeri couldn’t help but be excited that she was actually in a conversation with a foreigner. She wasn’t sure she’d ever actually talked to a foreigner before, and she was so excited to learn as much as she could about anything and everything about...wherever it was she was from. Greece, it turned out. The woman’s words were slow and clumsy and oddly accented, but Maeri didn’t care. It was all music to her ears, and Maeri was lapping it all up like an overeager puppy.
It hadn’t occurred to Maeri that this foreign woman would be interested in her. She must seem so boring compared to anything the woman might have seen in Colchis. She wasn’t anyone and she had never been anywhere, so she couldn’t fathom why the woman would want to know her name. On the other hand, she loved making new friends, so there was absolutely no reason not to share her name. “I’m Maeri of Yonita,” she grinned broadly at Callidora. Then frowned a bit as she realized that the woman had not mentioned a matronym. Maybe they didn’t do that in Greece. “Yonita’s my mother, that is. That’s how we distinguish people from each other here.” She wasn’t sure the woman followed her long rambling explanation. Maybe it didn’t matter, she was talking to a real, life Greek after all.
“No, I’ve never lived anywhere else, though we do often travel to other places in Judea.” Then it hit Maeri that she hadn’t ever explained who ‘we’ was. “That is, my mother, my aunt and my sisters and me.” Her sisters were actually her half sisters-half cousins, but Maeri had never bothered with those technicalities. Both her mother and her aunt had been married to the same man before their death, so all three girls had grown up together in the same house. That they had a different mother than her was hardly relevant as far as she was concerned.
Maeri almost giggled when she was asked if she had a husband. “No, I don’t have a husband. My sisters aren’t even married yet. I don’t expect I’ll be married for quite a while.” Maeri did want to be married someday, but it still seemed a very long way off. Though she supposed it wouldn’t be that weird if she was married at her age, so it wasn’t that weird a question to ask. Maeri peered over at Callidora’s husband when he was mentioned and then looked back to Callidora when she mentioned that they traveled all over. Maeri wanted to hear everything. “Where have you been? What was it like? Where did you like best?” The questions just tumbled out of her mouth. She wanted to know anything and everything about all these places this woman had been. It seemed she lived such a glamorous and interesting life. Her own life seemed so boring in comparison. “No, I’ve never been outside of Judea. You’re so lucky to get to travel everywhere.” Maeri hoped one day she might marry a man who liked to travel. Then she’d get to see more of the world.
Maeri couldn’t help but be excited that she was actually in a conversation with a foreigner. She wasn’t sure she’d ever actually talked to a foreigner before, and she was so excited to learn as much as she could about anything and everything about...wherever it was she was from. Greece, it turned out. The woman’s words were slow and clumsy and oddly accented, but Maeri didn’t care. It was all music to her ears, and Maeri was lapping it all up like an overeager puppy.
It hadn’t occurred to Maeri that this foreign woman would be interested in her. She must seem so boring compared to anything the woman might have seen in Colchis. She wasn’t anyone and she had never been anywhere, so she couldn’t fathom why the woman would want to know her name. On the other hand, she loved making new friends, so there was absolutely no reason not to share her name. “I’m Maeri of Yonita,” she grinned broadly at Callidora. Then frowned a bit as she realized that the woman had not mentioned a matronym. Maybe they didn’t do that in Greece. “Yonita’s my mother, that is. That’s how we distinguish people from each other here.” She wasn’t sure the woman followed her long rambling explanation. Maybe it didn’t matter, she was talking to a real, life Greek after all.
“No, I’ve never lived anywhere else, though we do often travel to other places in Judea.” Then it hit Maeri that she hadn’t ever explained who ‘we’ was. “That is, my mother, my aunt and my sisters and me.” Her sisters were actually her half sisters-half cousins, but Maeri had never bothered with those technicalities. Both her mother and her aunt had been married to the same man before their death, so all three girls had grown up together in the same house. That they had a different mother than her was hardly relevant as far as she was concerned.
Maeri almost giggled when she was asked if she had a husband. “No, I don’t have a husband. My sisters aren’t even married yet. I don’t expect I’ll be married for quite a while.” Maeri did want to be married someday, but it still seemed a very long way off. Though she supposed it wouldn’t be that weird if she was married at her age, so it wasn’t that weird a question to ask. Maeri peered over at Callidora’s husband when he was mentioned and then looked back to Callidora when she mentioned that they traveled all over. Maeri wanted to hear everything. “Where have you been? What was it like? Where did you like best?” The questions just tumbled out of her mouth. She wanted to know anything and everything about all these places this woman had been. It seemed she lived such a glamorous and interesting life. Her own life seemed so boring in comparison. “No, I’ve never been outside of Judea. You’re so lucky to get to travel everywhere.” Maeri hoped one day she might marry a man who liked to travel. Then she’d get to see more of the world.
Callidora couldn’t help but smile at the girl’s enthusiasm—she obviously didn’t get to see much outside of her own world and doubtless hadn’t met many foreigners. There were those like Maeri with a burning curiosity, eager to learn about the unknown and marvel at its unfamiliarity. Then there were those who were openly hostile to anything different, mistrustful of any who hailed from foreign shores. She had found many in Judea and Egypt both to be more like the latter, and it was refreshing to find that Maeri was not like that.
“Maeri of Yonita,” she repeated carefully, doing her best not to stumble over the peculiar syllables. “Pretty names,” she declared with a smile and a nod. “In Greece, we distinguish by House. Or where we’re from, if not noble.” Gesturing to herself, she added, “Not noble. So, Callidora of Almosis, since is where I’m from.”
Nodding with curious interest as Maeri went on to describe her family structure, she laughed when she said she was not yet married and that her sisters were not, either. The younger woman seemed surprised that she would ask such a question, making Dora wonder if Judeans married older than Greeks. Dora herself had been married at nineteen, and Maeri didn’t appear much older than that. Then again, if her sisters were older, it made sense they would need to be married first. That wasn’t so very different from Greece.
“Husbands overrated sometimes,” Dora replied with a warm chuckle, glancing over at her own husband. “Demetrius is good man, but can be bossy. And he snores.” Truthfully, it was one of the biggest snares in their marriage; there’d been more than one night when she’d made him go sleep with the crew when his snoring kept her up until the hours before dawn.
Another laugh echoed merrily between them as Maeri launched into her deluge of questioning, Dora idly straightening the fabric display where she’d just stashed the bolt she was holding. With as many inquiries as the girl posed, she hoped for Maeri’s sake that she’d get to answer them herself one day. An adventurous spirit deserved to travel and see the world, to learn how others lived. From the wistful longing on the Judean woman’s face, she could tell that’s what she hoped for, as well.
“I think am lucky, too,” was her response once Maeri’s questions halted, not perturbed in the slightest. “Is the life I always wanted. Would never want to live other way.”
Thoughtfully, she pondered the girl’s questions before she answered. Where was her favorite place they’d been? And how could she describe any of it accurately in a language where she struggled to find basic words? Ah, well. At least she could try.
“Have been to all Greek kingdoms. Colchis, Athenia, Taengea. All nice. All beautiful.” One finger lightly caressed over a length of green silk, flicking a bit of dust off the end. “Here, Egypt, places with names I can’t pronounce.” Flashing a grin, she went on, “Egypt a lot like here. Is hot and sandy, but people different. Worship different gods than here. Some look like animals. Is strange.” She didn’t mean strange necessarily in a bad way, but it was not what she was used to, and certainly not what Maeri was used to.
“Greece has different gods too. Same gods in all kingdoms, though. Is warm like here, but not dry. Lots of rain. Lots more water, near Aegean sea. Not rivers like here.” Cocking her head to the side, she considered where her favorite place was, and found herself hard put to come up with an answer. Everywhere had its ups and downs, and it was all so very different, it was hard to quantify.
“Not sure I have favorite place. Love the sea and the waves. The smells and the breeze. But on land?” Smiling again, she shrugged. “Am not sure. The deserts of here and Egypt different and beautiful, but very hot. All places good and bad. Is hard to say.”
Looking at Maeri curiously, she asked, “If could go anywhere, where would you go?”
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Callidora couldn’t help but smile at the girl’s enthusiasm—she obviously didn’t get to see much outside of her own world and doubtless hadn’t met many foreigners. There were those like Maeri with a burning curiosity, eager to learn about the unknown and marvel at its unfamiliarity. Then there were those who were openly hostile to anything different, mistrustful of any who hailed from foreign shores. She had found many in Judea and Egypt both to be more like the latter, and it was refreshing to find that Maeri was not like that.
“Maeri of Yonita,” she repeated carefully, doing her best not to stumble over the peculiar syllables. “Pretty names,” she declared with a smile and a nod. “In Greece, we distinguish by House. Or where we’re from, if not noble.” Gesturing to herself, she added, “Not noble. So, Callidora of Almosis, since is where I’m from.”
Nodding with curious interest as Maeri went on to describe her family structure, she laughed when she said she was not yet married and that her sisters were not, either. The younger woman seemed surprised that she would ask such a question, making Dora wonder if Judeans married older than Greeks. Dora herself had been married at nineteen, and Maeri didn’t appear much older than that. Then again, if her sisters were older, it made sense they would need to be married first. That wasn’t so very different from Greece.
“Husbands overrated sometimes,” Dora replied with a warm chuckle, glancing over at her own husband. “Demetrius is good man, but can be bossy. And he snores.” Truthfully, it was one of the biggest snares in their marriage; there’d been more than one night when she’d made him go sleep with the crew when his snoring kept her up until the hours before dawn.
Another laugh echoed merrily between them as Maeri launched into her deluge of questioning, Dora idly straightening the fabric display where she’d just stashed the bolt she was holding. With as many inquiries as the girl posed, she hoped for Maeri’s sake that she’d get to answer them herself one day. An adventurous spirit deserved to travel and see the world, to learn how others lived. From the wistful longing on the Judean woman’s face, she could tell that’s what she hoped for, as well.
“I think am lucky, too,” was her response once Maeri’s questions halted, not perturbed in the slightest. “Is the life I always wanted. Would never want to live other way.”
Thoughtfully, she pondered the girl’s questions before she answered. Where was her favorite place they’d been? And how could she describe any of it accurately in a language where she struggled to find basic words? Ah, well. At least she could try.
“Have been to all Greek kingdoms. Colchis, Athenia, Taengea. All nice. All beautiful.” One finger lightly caressed over a length of green silk, flicking a bit of dust off the end. “Here, Egypt, places with names I can’t pronounce.” Flashing a grin, she went on, “Egypt a lot like here. Is hot and sandy, but people different. Worship different gods than here. Some look like animals. Is strange.” She didn’t mean strange necessarily in a bad way, but it was not what she was used to, and certainly not what Maeri was used to.
“Greece has different gods too. Same gods in all kingdoms, though. Is warm like here, but not dry. Lots of rain. Lots more water, near Aegean sea. Not rivers like here.” Cocking her head to the side, she considered where her favorite place was, and found herself hard put to come up with an answer. Everywhere had its ups and downs, and it was all so very different, it was hard to quantify.
“Not sure I have favorite place. Love the sea and the waves. The smells and the breeze. But on land?” Smiling again, she shrugged. “Am not sure. The deserts of here and Egypt different and beautiful, but very hot. All places good and bad. Is hard to say.”
Looking at Maeri curiously, she asked, “If could go anywhere, where would you go?”
Callidora couldn’t help but smile at the girl’s enthusiasm—she obviously didn’t get to see much outside of her own world and doubtless hadn’t met many foreigners. There were those like Maeri with a burning curiosity, eager to learn about the unknown and marvel at its unfamiliarity. Then there were those who were openly hostile to anything different, mistrustful of any who hailed from foreign shores. She had found many in Judea and Egypt both to be more like the latter, and it was refreshing to find that Maeri was not like that.
“Maeri of Yonita,” she repeated carefully, doing her best not to stumble over the peculiar syllables. “Pretty names,” she declared with a smile and a nod. “In Greece, we distinguish by House. Or where we’re from, if not noble.” Gesturing to herself, she added, “Not noble. So, Callidora of Almosis, since is where I’m from.”
Nodding with curious interest as Maeri went on to describe her family structure, she laughed when she said she was not yet married and that her sisters were not, either. The younger woman seemed surprised that she would ask such a question, making Dora wonder if Judeans married older than Greeks. Dora herself had been married at nineteen, and Maeri didn’t appear much older than that. Then again, if her sisters were older, it made sense they would need to be married first. That wasn’t so very different from Greece.
“Husbands overrated sometimes,” Dora replied with a warm chuckle, glancing over at her own husband. “Demetrius is good man, but can be bossy. And he snores.” Truthfully, it was one of the biggest snares in their marriage; there’d been more than one night when she’d made him go sleep with the crew when his snoring kept her up until the hours before dawn.
Another laugh echoed merrily between them as Maeri launched into her deluge of questioning, Dora idly straightening the fabric display where she’d just stashed the bolt she was holding. With as many inquiries as the girl posed, she hoped for Maeri’s sake that she’d get to answer them herself one day. An adventurous spirit deserved to travel and see the world, to learn how others lived. From the wistful longing on the Judean woman’s face, she could tell that’s what she hoped for, as well.
“I think am lucky, too,” was her response once Maeri’s questions halted, not perturbed in the slightest. “Is the life I always wanted. Would never want to live other way.”
Thoughtfully, she pondered the girl’s questions before she answered. Where was her favorite place they’d been? And how could she describe any of it accurately in a language where she struggled to find basic words? Ah, well. At least she could try.
“Have been to all Greek kingdoms. Colchis, Athenia, Taengea. All nice. All beautiful.” One finger lightly caressed over a length of green silk, flicking a bit of dust off the end. “Here, Egypt, places with names I can’t pronounce.” Flashing a grin, she went on, “Egypt a lot like here. Is hot and sandy, but people different. Worship different gods than here. Some look like animals. Is strange.” She didn’t mean strange necessarily in a bad way, but it was not what she was used to, and certainly not what Maeri was used to.
“Greece has different gods too. Same gods in all kingdoms, though. Is warm like here, but not dry. Lots of rain. Lots more water, near Aegean sea. Not rivers like here.” Cocking her head to the side, she considered where her favorite place was, and found herself hard put to come up with an answer. Everywhere had its ups and downs, and it was all so very different, it was hard to quantify.
“Not sure I have favorite place. Love the sea and the waves. The smells and the breeze. But on land?” Smiling again, she shrugged. “Am not sure. The deserts of here and Egypt different and beautiful, but very hot. All places good and bad. Is hard to say.”
Looking at Maeri curiously, she asked, “If could go anywhere, where would you go?”
It was so interesting to be able to talk to someone from such a distant land. Maeri had traveled extensively within Judea as her family often traveled around for various council meetings and for her mother’s business dealings. But it was so different to talk to someone from outside of her country, and outside her culture. She didn’t normally meet people from other lands. Even if she did, they were usually men, so it would be inappropriate for her to speak to them. Here was a woman who had travelled all over and who didn’t seem to be at all bothered by her many questions. That was another problem for Maeri, often people got annoyed when she asked too many questions but Callidora hadn’t so far. Perhaps she was actually making a friend. That would be so amazing to be able to say she was friends with a Greek woman.
That thought gave Maeri pause. Was she even allowed to make friends with an outsider? It did seem like the kind of thing that her mother would be upset with her for doing. Of course, her mother didn’t need to know. Maeri glanced over to where her mother and sister were still browsing at another stall at the market. They weren't too far away, so they might realize she was talking to this Greek woman, but she wouldn’t have to know that they were friends.
The way Callidora described the world was exactly how Maeri had imagined it. There weren’t any bad places to visit, just places that were different. She frowned a bit as the woman spoke of the Egyptians having other gods that looked like animals. Then she spoke of the Greeks also having gods, and those gods were different from those of the Egyptians. Didn’t the woman know there was only one God and all the others were false? Maeri almost wanted to interrupt, but it seemed like it would be rude to tell the woman that everything she believed was wrong, even if it was.
Then she was asked where she would want to go. How was she supposed to know where she wanted to go when she barely even knew anything about anything outside Judea? That was the whole point of travelling wasn’t it? To learn about all these new things. Maeri couldn’t say any one place, so she just said the first thing that popped into her head. “I just want to go somewhere. I’d love to be on a ship or...maybe a caravan? But just to see no one else for as far as the eye can see and then suddenly….there it is, somewhere completely new where someone had never been before.” Suddenly Maeri realized she had been describing the same thing for a very long time. Usually when she rambled on like that she tended to lose her audience. She looked down trying not to be too embarrassed by her impassioned outburst. “Maybe that doesn’t make any sense, but I think it sounds nice.”
Maeri frantically searched her mind for something to take the attention off her own crazy ideas. “What about you? What’s the most interesting way you’ve ever traveled?” Maeri asked, hoping that would distract from the rambling mess she had made of answering that question.
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It was so interesting to be able to talk to someone from such a distant land. Maeri had traveled extensively within Judea as her family often traveled around for various council meetings and for her mother’s business dealings. But it was so different to talk to someone from outside of her country, and outside her culture. She didn’t normally meet people from other lands. Even if she did, they were usually men, so it would be inappropriate for her to speak to them. Here was a woman who had travelled all over and who didn’t seem to be at all bothered by her many questions. That was another problem for Maeri, often people got annoyed when she asked too many questions but Callidora hadn’t so far. Perhaps she was actually making a friend. That would be so amazing to be able to say she was friends with a Greek woman.
That thought gave Maeri pause. Was she even allowed to make friends with an outsider? It did seem like the kind of thing that her mother would be upset with her for doing. Of course, her mother didn’t need to know. Maeri glanced over to where her mother and sister were still browsing at another stall at the market. They weren't too far away, so they might realize she was talking to this Greek woman, but she wouldn’t have to know that they were friends.
The way Callidora described the world was exactly how Maeri had imagined it. There weren’t any bad places to visit, just places that were different. She frowned a bit as the woman spoke of the Egyptians having other gods that looked like animals. Then she spoke of the Greeks also having gods, and those gods were different from those of the Egyptians. Didn’t the woman know there was only one God and all the others were false? Maeri almost wanted to interrupt, but it seemed like it would be rude to tell the woman that everything she believed was wrong, even if it was.
Then she was asked where she would want to go. How was she supposed to know where she wanted to go when she barely even knew anything about anything outside Judea? That was the whole point of travelling wasn’t it? To learn about all these new things. Maeri couldn’t say any one place, so she just said the first thing that popped into her head. “I just want to go somewhere. I’d love to be on a ship or...maybe a caravan? But just to see no one else for as far as the eye can see and then suddenly….there it is, somewhere completely new where someone had never been before.” Suddenly Maeri realized she had been describing the same thing for a very long time. Usually when she rambled on like that she tended to lose her audience. She looked down trying not to be too embarrassed by her impassioned outburst. “Maybe that doesn’t make any sense, but I think it sounds nice.”
Maeri frantically searched her mind for something to take the attention off her own crazy ideas. “What about you? What’s the most interesting way you’ve ever traveled?” Maeri asked, hoping that would distract from the rambling mess she had made of answering that question.
It was so interesting to be able to talk to someone from such a distant land. Maeri had traveled extensively within Judea as her family often traveled around for various council meetings and for her mother’s business dealings. But it was so different to talk to someone from outside of her country, and outside her culture. She didn’t normally meet people from other lands. Even if she did, they were usually men, so it would be inappropriate for her to speak to them. Here was a woman who had travelled all over and who didn’t seem to be at all bothered by her many questions. That was another problem for Maeri, often people got annoyed when she asked too many questions but Callidora hadn’t so far. Perhaps she was actually making a friend. That would be so amazing to be able to say she was friends with a Greek woman.
That thought gave Maeri pause. Was she even allowed to make friends with an outsider? It did seem like the kind of thing that her mother would be upset with her for doing. Of course, her mother didn’t need to know. Maeri glanced over to where her mother and sister were still browsing at another stall at the market. They weren't too far away, so they might realize she was talking to this Greek woman, but she wouldn’t have to know that they were friends.
The way Callidora described the world was exactly how Maeri had imagined it. There weren’t any bad places to visit, just places that were different. She frowned a bit as the woman spoke of the Egyptians having other gods that looked like animals. Then she spoke of the Greeks also having gods, and those gods were different from those of the Egyptians. Didn’t the woman know there was only one God and all the others were false? Maeri almost wanted to interrupt, but it seemed like it would be rude to tell the woman that everything she believed was wrong, even if it was.
Then she was asked where she would want to go. How was she supposed to know where she wanted to go when she barely even knew anything about anything outside Judea? That was the whole point of travelling wasn’t it? To learn about all these new things. Maeri couldn’t say any one place, so she just said the first thing that popped into her head. “I just want to go somewhere. I’d love to be on a ship or...maybe a caravan? But just to see no one else for as far as the eye can see and then suddenly….there it is, somewhere completely new where someone had never been before.” Suddenly Maeri realized she had been describing the same thing for a very long time. Usually when she rambled on like that she tended to lose her audience. She looked down trying not to be too embarrassed by her impassioned outburst. “Maybe that doesn’t make any sense, but I think it sounds nice.”
Maeri frantically searched her mind for something to take the attention off her own crazy ideas. “What about you? What’s the most interesting way you’ve ever traveled?” Maeri asked, hoping that would distract from the rambling mess she had made of answering that question.
Maeri reminded Callidora of herself at her age, full of grand dreams and the desire for more. The Grecian woman could well remember what it was like to grow up a young woman with large aspirations, often laughed at or frowned upon by her elders or ‘betters.’ She imagined that was much like what Maeri had to deal with, especially when she suddenly stopped talking and looked away. Did others cut her off so often when she spoke? A twinge of sympathy lifted her lips in a smile; she could never look down on someone for having dreams so like her own.
She was exceedingly lucky in that she’d met Demetrius and got to live those dreams. Not all men were so open and welcoming of a commanding woman with such pointed goals, especially in a place like Judea. She hoped for Maeri’s sake that one day she would have similar luck.
“Of course makes sense,” was her warm response, her smile widening. “Have often wished same thing. Would love to go place no one been before. Is a grand dream. Keep dreaming it. Maybe one day will happen?”
Gently, Dora reached over and patted the younger woman’s hand, doing her best to convey her camaraderie in such a simple touch. While she doubted whether the Judean woman would ever get to achieve such a dream in the society she lived in, gods knew stranger things had happened. Perhaps a foreign man from distant shores would come and sweep off her feet and take her away to a brand new life across the sea. Maybe one day she would get to ride in her caravan or sail off into the sunset. Life was full of possibilities, and one only stopped living when they stopped dreaming.
At Maeri’s next questions, Dora tilted her head thoughtfully. The most interesting way she’d ever travelled? How did one even measure that? “By camel, I think,” she answered slowly, thinking back on a time she and Demetrius had traversed the desert in a caravan of their own. “Horses much nicer, better behaved. Camel was grumpy.” She laughed, shaking her head at her recall of the ornery creature she’d been assigned. “Kept trying to eat my clothes. Spit at me a lot. Didn’t like me much.”
She shrugged, offering a self-deprecating grin. “Am not always easy to get along with, I think. Guess camel didn’t think so, either. But was still interesting. Had to be careful in desert, cover our faces and hair. Thirsty all times. Landscape beautiful, though, especially finding…” Dora struggled to come up with the Hebrew word for ‘oasis,’ settling with, “Water hole. Lots of plants and animals after so much sand. Very pretty.”
Pulling herself from the past and back to the present, she looked at Maeri with another smile. “Recommend ship, though. No biting camels or kicking horses. Just sea and sun and moving waves. Is relaxing unless you get sick. Then is not so fun.” Luckily, Dora had never been prone to much seasickness, but she’d known plenty of others who couldn’t say the same.
“Travel much inside Judea?” she asked, gesturing broadly. “See other cities? Other families?”
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Maeri reminded Callidora of herself at her age, full of grand dreams and the desire for more. The Grecian woman could well remember what it was like to grow up a young woman with large aspirations, often laughed at or frowned upon by her elders or ‘betters.’ She imagined that was much like what Maeri had to deal with, especially when she suddenly stopped talking and looked away. Did others cut her off so often when she spoke? A twinge of sympathy lifted her lips in a smile; she could never look down on someone for having dreams so like her own.
She was exceedingly lucky in that she’d met Demetrius and got to live those dreams. Not all men were so open and welcoming of a commanding woman with such pointed goals, especially in a place like Judea. She hoped for Maeri’s sake that one day she would have similar luck.
“Of course makes sense,” was her warm response, her smile widening. “Have often wished same thing. Would love to go place no one been before. Is a grand dream. Keep dreaming it. Maybe one day will happen?”
Gently, Dora reached over and patted the younger woman’s hand, doing her best to convey her camaraderie in such a simple touch. While she doubted whether the Judean woman would ever get to achieve such a dream in the society she lived in, gods knew stranger things had happened. Perhaps a foreign man from distant shores would come and sweep off her feet and take her away to a brand new life across the sea. Maybe one day she would get to ride in her caravan or sail off into the sunset. Life was full of possibilities, and one only stopped living when they stopped dreaming.
At Maeri’s next questions, Dora tilted her head thoughtfully. The most interesting way she’d ever travelled? How did one even measure that? “By camel, I think,” she answered slowly, thinking back on a time she and Demetrius had traversed the desert in a caravan of their own. “Horses much nicer, better behaved. Camel was grumpy.” She laughed, shaking her head at her recall of the ornery creature she’d been assigned. “Kept trying to eat my clothes. Spit at me a lot. Didn’t like me much.”
She shrugged, offering a self-deprecating grin. “Am not always easy to get along with, I think. Guess camel didn’t think so, either. But was still interesting. Had to be careful in desert, cover our faces and hair. Thirsty all times. Landscape beautiful, though, especially finding…” Dora struggled to come up with the Hebrew word for ‘oasis,’ settling with, “Water hole. Lots of plants and animals after so much sand. Very pretty.”
Pulling herself from the past and back to the present, she looked at Maeri with another smile. “Recommend ship, though. No biting camels or kicking horses. Just sea and sun and moving waves. Is relaxing unless you get sick. Then is not so fun.” Luckily, Dora had never been prone to much seasickness, but she’d known plenty of others who couldn’t say the same.
“Travel much inside Judea?” she asked, gesturing broadly. “See other cities? Other families?”
Maeri reminded Callidora of herself at her age, full of grand dreams and the desire for more. The Grecian woman could well remember what it was like to grow up a young woman with large aspirations, often laughed at or frowned upon by her elders or ‘betters.’ She imagined that was much like what Maeri had to deal with, especially when she suddenly stopped talking and looked away. Did others cut her off so often when she spoke? A twinge of sympathy lifted her lips in a smile; she could never look down on someone for having dreams so like her own.
She was exceedingly lucky in that she’d met Demetrius and got to live those dreams. Not all men were so open and welcoming of a commanding woman with such pointed goals, especially in a place like Judea. She hoped for Maeri’s sake that one day she would have similar luck.
“Of course makes sense,” was her warm response, her smile widening. “Have often wished same thing. Would love to go place no one been before. Is a grand dream. Keep dreaming it. Maybe one day will happen?”
Gently, Dora reached over and patted the younger woman’s hand, doing her best to convey her camaraderie in such a simple touch. While she doubted whether the Judean woman would ever get to achieve such a dream in the society she lived in, gods knew stranger things had happened. Perhaps a foreign man from distant shores would come and sweep off her feet and take her away to a brand new life across the sea. Maybe one day she would get to ride in her caravan or sail off into the sunset. Life was full of possibilities, and one only stopped living when they stopped dreaming.
At Maeri’s next questions, Dora tilted her head thoughtfully. The most interesting way she’d ever travelled? How did one even measure that? “By camel, I think,” she answered slowly, thinking back on a time she and Demetrius had traversed the desert in a caravan of their own. “Horses much nicer, better behaved. Camel was grumpy.” She laughed, shaking her head at her recall of the ornery creature she’d been assigned. “Kept trying to eat my clothes. Spit at me a lot. Didn’t like me much.”
She shrugged, offering a self-deprecating grin. “Am not always easy to get along with, I think. Guess camel didn’t think so, either. But was still interesting. Had to be careful in desert, cover our faces and hair. Thirsty all times. Landscape beautiful, though, especially finding…” Dora struggled to come up with the Hebrew word for ‘oasis,’ settling with, “Water hole. Lots of plants and animals after so much sand. Very pretty.”
Pulling herself from the past and back to the present, she looked at Maeri with another smile. “Recommend ship, though. No biting camels or kicking horses. Just sea and sun and moving waves. Is relaxing unless you get sick. Then is not so fun.” Luckily, Dora had never been prone to much seasickness, but she’d known plenty of others who couldn’t say the same.
“Travel much inside Judea?” she asked, gesturing broadly. “See other cities? Other families?”
Maeri watched the foreign woman wide-eyed as she told her stories about her travels. Maeri had always hoped that she might be able to travel and hearing about this Greek woman’s experiences only made her desire it all the more. Camels definitely sounded like an interesting way to travel. She knew of people who had been on a camel, although she’d never traveled on one herself, they usually rode donkeys or mules when they had to travel between cities. “Oh yeah, camels are super mean, not that I’ve ever tried to ride one, but I’ve seen them around. They always seem so grumpy.”
Then Callidora asked about what her own experiences with traveling. Maeri couldn’t believe that someone as travelled as Callidora would care what she had to say on the subject. She’d never been anywhere that was all that interesting, and yet she found as she spoke that she couldn’t stop the words from coming out of her mouth. It turned out that she did have things to say about her own travel.
“Oh yes! We travel all the time in Judea. There are meetings all the time between the heads of the families, so we all travel together. It’s better for us to stay as a group what with us all being women.” Perhaps she was explaining too much on the subject, but she was a foreigner after all. She probably did need more explanation in order to understand these things. “I’ve been to all the cities, and I’ve met most of the people from the other Manheegs.” She confirmed “My favorite is Ammun. It’s so beautiful and they have such good food! Also, you can find all sorts of nice things to buy there that I’ve never seen anywhere else.”
Maeri didn’t want to spend too much time talking about Judea, she knew about it already. “But Judea is boring. It’s all the same, and the people are all the same. I want to hear more about all the foreign places you’ve been to.” Callidora was the one who had interesting new topics to talk about, and Maeri had all the questions.
“How did you learn to speak Hebrew? I’ve always wanted to learn another language, but I’ve never found anyone to teach me.” Just the ability to talk to anyone she wanted to from another land was completely intriguing to Maeri. No one had ever taken her seriously when she expressed interest. Besides, who would she ever talk to. It’s not like she expected to leave Judea at any point.
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Maeri watched the foreign woman wide-eyed as she told her stories about her travels. Maeri had always hoped that she might be able to travel and hearing about this Greek woman’s experiences only made her desire it all the more. Camels definitely sounded like an interesting way to travel. She knew of people who had been on a camel, although she’d never traveled on one herself, they usually rode donkeys or mules when they had to travel between cities. “Oh yeah, camels are super mean, not that I’ve ever tried to ride one, but I’ve seen them around. They always seem so grumpy.”
Then Callidora asked about what her own experiences with traveling. Maeri couldn’t believe that someone as travelled as Callidora would care what she had to say on the subject. She’d never been anywhere that was all that interesting, and yet she found as she spoke that she couldn’t stop the words from coming out of her mouth. It turned out that she did have things to say about her own travel.
“Oh yes! We travel all the time in Judea. There are meetings all the time between the heads of the families, so we all travel together. It’s better for us to stay as a group what with us all being women.” Perhaps she was explaining too much on the subject, but she was a foreigner after all. She probably did need more explanation in order to understand these things. “I’ve been to all the cities, and I’ve met most of the people from the other Manheegs.” She confirmed “My favorite is Ammun. It’s so beautiful and they have such good food! Also, you can find all sorts of nice things to buy there that I’ve never seen anywhere else.”
Maeri didn’t want to spend too much time talking about Judea, she knew about it already. “But Judea is boring. It’s all the same, and the people are all the same. I want to hear more about all the foreign places you’ve been to.” Callidora was the one who had interesting new topics to talk about, and Maeri had all the questions.
“How did you learn to speak Hebrew? I’ve always wanted to learn another language, but I’ve never found anyone to teach me.” Just the ability to talk to anyone she wanted to from another land was completely intriguing to Maeri. No one had ever taken her seriously when she expressed interest. Besides, who would she ever talk to. It’s not like she expected to leave Judea at any point.
Maeri watched the foreign woman wide-eyed as she told her stories about her travels. Maeri had always hoped that she might be able to travel and hearing about this Greek woman’s experiences only made her desire it all the more. Camels definitely sounded like an interesting way to travel. She knew of people who had been on a camel, although she’d never traveled on one herself, they usually rode donkeys or mules when they had to travel between cities. “Oh yeah, camels are super mean, not that I’ve ever tried to ride one, but I’ve seen them around. They always seem so grumpy.”
Then Callidora asked about what her own experiences with traveling. Maeri couldn’t believe that someone as travelled as Callidora would care what she had to say on the subject. She’d never been anywhere that was all that interesting, and yet she found as she spoke that she couldn’t stop the words from coming out of her mouth. It turned out that she did have things to say about her own travel.
“Oh yes! We travel all the time in Judea. There are meetings all the time between the heads of the families, so we all travel together. It’s better for us to stay as a group what with us all being women.” Perhaps she was explaining too much on the subject, but she was a foreigner after all. She probably did need more explanation in order to understand these things. “I’ve been to all the cities, and I’ve met most of the people from the other Manheegs.” She confirmed “My favorite is Ammun. It’s so beautiful and they have such good food! Also, you can find all sorts of nice things to buy there that I’ve never seen anywhere else.”
Maeri didn’t want to spend too much time talking about Judea, she knew about it already. “But Judea is boring. It’s all the same, and the people are all the same. I want to hear more about all the foreign places you’ve been to.” Callidora was the one who had interesting new topics to talk about, and Maeri had all the questions.
“How did you learn to speak Hebrew? I’ve always wanted to learn another language, but I’ve never found anyone to teach me.” Just the ability to talk to anyone she wanted to from another land was completely intriguing to Maeri. No one had ever taken her seriously when she expressed interest. Besides, who would she ever talk to. It’s not like she expected to leave Judea at any point.
It made Callidora smile to hear Maeri so excitedly talking up her travels. Were they as extensive as her own? Of course not, but the young Judean woman was still luckier than many others. There were plenty of men and woman who never even left the city where they were born. At least Maeri had that, if nothing else.
“Have been to Ammun,” she commented with the hint of a smile. “Experience very… unique. Big cat broke out of cage. Ran around market. Very scary.” Dora would never forget that day for as she lived, the orange and black striped feline escaping its confines to terrorize the Grand Shuk. She knew she was lucky to escape with her life, but she doubted she would ever want to return. There had been at least one other who could not consider themselves so fortunate. “You probably heard. Doubt such things happen much.”
Soon, the girl was turning the conversation back to her, and the Grecian merchant’s smile widened a little further. She was certainly a curious one, not that she could fault her for it. Judea wasn’t exactly the most welcoming place for foreigners, and she doubted Maeri got to meet many people outside of her narrow worldview. Not that she minded answering her questions; it was a pleasant diversion to pass the time and an excellent way to practice a tongue she still fumbled with.
As if reading her thoughts, Dora’s companion asked her about how she learned Hebrew in the first place, Dora lifting a slim shoulder in a shrug. “Husband knew some. Taught me words on boat ride here.” Demetrius had visited Judea far more times than Callidora had, leading to his better grasp of the language. “Man he works for here—name Caleb. He and wife taught more.” Her smile turned sheepish and somewhat self-deprecating. “Still not very good. Is newest language for me. Many sounds Greek not have.”
Due to her husband’s occupation, Dora spoke several languages with at least passable fluency, though she was strongest in Greek and Coptic. Her Coptic was accented, but it wasn’t broken like her Hebrew. However, she was thankful she could at least make herself understood, even if the wording wasn’t very graceful.
“Could maybe teach Greek, if you teach me better Hebrew.” It was a tentative offer, almost shy in the way she presented it. She hadn’t much opportunity to bond with other women since she arrived in the country, and Maeri was so open and friendly, she knew she would enjoy spending more time with her. On the other hand, she wasn’t sure how her family would feel about her associating with a foreign heathen like herself, and she didn’t want to get the girl in trouble. But, it never hurt to ask, right?
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It made Callidora smile to hear Maeri so excitedly talking up her travels. Were they as extensive as her own? Of course not, but the young Judean woman was still luckier than many others. There were plenty of men and woman who never even left the city where they were born. At least Maeri had that, if nothing else.
“Have been to Ammun,” she commented with the hint of a smile. “Experience very… unique. Big cat broke out of cage. Ran around market. Very scary.” Dora would never forget that day for as she lived, the orange and black striped feline escaping its confines to terrorize the Grand Shuk. She knew she was lucky to escape with her life, but she doubted she would ever want to return. There had been at least one other who could not consider themselves so fortunate. “You probably heard. Doubt such things happen much.”
Soon, the girl was turning the conversation back to her, and the Grecian merchant’s smile widened a little further. She was certainly a curious one, not that she could fault her for it. Judea wasn’t exactly the most welcoming place for foreigners, and she doubted Maeri got to meet many people outside of her narrow worldview. Not that she minded answering her questions; it was a pleasant diversion to pass the time and an excellent way to practice a tongue she still fumbled with.
As if reading her thoughts, Dora’s companion asked her about how she learned Hebrew in the first place, Dora lifting a slim shoulder in a shrug. “Husband knew some. Taught me words on boat ride here.” Demetrius had visited Judea far more times than Callidora had, leading to his better grasp of the language. “Man he works for here—name Caleb. He and wife taught more.” Her smile turned sheepish and somewhat self-deprecating. “Still not very good. Is newest language for me. Many sounds Greek not have.”
Due to her husband’s occupation, Dora spoke several languages with at least passable fluency, though she was strongest in Greek and Coptic. Her Coptic was accented, but it wasn’t broken like her Hebrew. However, she was thankful she could at least make herself understood, even if the wording wasn’t very graceful.
“Could maybe teach Greek, if you teach me better Hebrew.” It was a tentative offer, almost shy in the way she presented it. She hadn’t much opportunity to bond with other women since she arrived in the country, and Maeri was so open and friendly, she knew she would enjoy spending more time with her. On the other hand, she wasn’t sure how her family would feel about her associating with a foreign heathen like herself, and she didn’t want to get the girl in trouble. But, it never hurt to ask, right?
It made Callidora smile to hear Maeri so excitedly talking up her travels. Were they as extensive as her own? Of course not, but the young Judean woman was still luckier than many others. There were plenty of men and woman who never even left the city where they were born. At least Maeri had that, if nothing else.
“Have been to Ammun,” she commented with the hint of a smile. “Experience very… unique. Big cat broke out of cage. Ran around market. Very scary.” Dora would never forget that day for as she lived, the orange and black striped feline escaping its confines to terrorize the Grand Shuk. She knew she was lucky to escape with her life, but she doubted she would ever want to return. There had been at least one other who could not consider themselves so fortunate. “You probably heard. Doubt such things happen much.”
Soon, the girl was turning the conversation back to her, and the Grecian merchant’s smile widened a little further. She was certainly a curious one, not that she could fault her for it. Judea wasn’t exactly the most welcoming place for foreigners, and she doubted Maeri got to meet many people outside of her narrow worldview. Not that she minded answering her questions; it was a pleasant diversion to pass the time and an excellent way to practice a tongue she still fumbled with.
As if reading her thoughts, Dora’s companion asked her about how she learned Hebrew in the first place, Dora lifting a slim shoulder in a shrug. “Husband knew some. Taught me words on boat ride here.” Demetrius had visited Judea far more times than Callidora had, leading to his better grasp of the language. “Man he works for here—name Caleb. He and wife taught more.” Her smile turned sheepish and somewhat self-deprecating. “Still not very good. Is newest language for me. Many sounds Greek not have.”
Due to her husband’s occupation, Dora spoke several languages with at least passable fluency, though she was strongest in Greek and Coptic. Her Coptic was accented, but it wasn’t broken like her Hebrew. However, she was thankful she could at least make herself understood, even if the wording wasn’t very graceful.
“Could maybe teach Greek, if you teach me better Hebrew.” It was a tentative offer, almost shy in the way she presented it. She hadn’t much opportunity to bond with other women since she arrived in the country, and Maeri was so open and friendly, she knew she would enjoy spending more time with her. On the other hand, she wasn’t sure how her family would feel about her associating with a foreign heathen like herself, and she didn’t want to get the girl in trouble. But, it never hurt to ask, right?
Maeri listened excitedly as Callidora told her about the large cat that had escaped in Ammun. “You saw a large cat?” Maeri asked excitedly? “What kind? I always wanted to see a lion, or a leopard….or….what’s that other one? A cheetah?” Maeri had always had a fondness for animals. She found it hard to believe that someone could find such a cuddly creature as a cat scary. “Do you have any animals yourself? I always wanted a pet, but my mom always said no.” Or had she really. Her mother had always tended to steer her away when there were animals being sold, but she’d never actually asked had she? Maeri quickly corrected herself. “Well...I never really thought about asking cause I thought she’d say no.” Maeri frowned a bit trying to figure out why she hadn’t ended up with a pet already.
Maeri’s eyes widened at the suggestion that the woman might be willing to teach her Greek. “Yes of course! I’d love to learn Greek!” Maeri exclaimed excitedly, almost bouncing. Then she processed the second part of the sentence. That she was expected to teach Callidora better Hebrew in return, and her smile fell a bit. “I’m not sure you want to learn Hebrew from me. I don’t know how to teach anything. Besides, your Hebrew is already so good.” It wasn’t perfect, but they were able to have this conversation. Maeri was certain that if she tried to speak another language she would forget all the words. On the other hand, she didn’t want to give up this potential opportunity. “But I can try if you want me too.” She wasn’t sure how good a job she would do, but if the woman was willing to let her teach her. Hopefully, she wouldn’t let her new friend down.
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Maeri listened excitedly as Callidora told her about the large cat that had escaped in Ammun. “You saw a large cat?” Maeri asked excitedly? “What kind? I always wanted to see a lion, or a leopard….or….what’s that other one? A cheetah?” Maeri had always had a fondness for animals. She found it hard to believe that someone could find such a cuddly creature as a cat scary. “Do you have any animals yourself? I always wanted a pet, but my mom always said no.” Or had she really. Her mother had always tended to steer her away when there were animals being sold, but she’d never actually asked had she? Maeri quickly corrected herself. “Well...I never really thought about asking cause I thought she’d say no.” Maeri frowned a bit trying to figure out why she hadn’t ended up with a pet already.
Maeri’s eyes widened at the suggestion that the woman might be willing to teach her Greek. “Yes of course! I’d love to learn Greek!” Maeri exclaimed excitedly, almost bouncing. Then she processed the second part of the sentence. That she was expected to teach Callidora better Hebrew in return, and her smile fell a bit. “I’m not sure you want to learn Hebrew from me. I don’t know how to teach anything. Besides, your Hebrew is already so good.” It wasn’t perfect, but they were able to have this conversation. Maeri was certain that if she tried to speak another language she would forget all the words. On the other hand, she didn’t want to give up this potential opportunity. “But I can try if you want me too.” She wasn’t sure how good a job she would do, but if the woman was willing to let her teach her. Hopefully, she wouldn’t let her new friend down.
Maeri listened excitedly as Callidora told her about the large cat that had escaped in Ammun. “You saw a large cat?” Maeri asked excitedly? “What kind? I always wanted to see a lion, or a leopard….or….what’s that other one? A cheetah?” Maeri had always had a fondness for animals. She found it hard to believe that someone could find such a cuddly creature as a cat scary. “Do you have any animals yourself? I always wanted a pet, but my mom always said no.” Or had she really. Her mother had always tended to steer her away when there were animals being sold, but she’d never actually asked had she? Maeri quickly corrected herself. “Well...I never really thought about asking cause I thought she’d say no.” Maeri frowned a bit trying to figure out why she hadn’t ended up with a pet already.
Maeri’s eyes widened at the suggestion that the woman might be willing to teach her Greek. “Yes of course! I’d love to learn Greek!” Maeri exclaimed excitedly, almost bouncing. Then she processed the second part of the sentence. That she was expected to teach Callidora better Hebrew in return, and her smile fell a bit. “I’m not sure you want to learn Hebrew from me. I don’t know how to teach anything. Besides, your Hebrew is already so good.” It wasn’t perfect, but they were able to have this conversation. Maeri was certain that if she tried to speak another language she would forget all the words. On the other hand, she didn’t want to give up this potential opportunity. “But I can try if you want me too.” She wasn’t sure how good a job she would do, but if the woman was willing to let her teach her. Hopefully, she wouldn’t let her new friend down.
Callidora grinned at Maeri’s enthusiasm, shaking her head as she listed off the types of cats it might have been. “No, not those,” she said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. She hadn’t actually known what to call the cat, as it was an animal like she had never seen before. All she knew was that it had been transported from some foreign land, not having had the chance to question its handlers before pandemonium broke loose. “Was… orange. Black stripes. Very big, like lion, but not same. Was very beautiful, but very scary. Was lucky to leave.”
The girl asked her if she had any animals, and she shook her head again. Her lifestyle wasn’t exactly conducive to companion animals, and things like livestock and horses were difficult to transport. It was usually easier to buy and sell such animals when they got where they were going, rather than carrying them along. Dora had learned not to get too attached for those reasons. “No animals,” she said. “Sail a lot, is difficult to bring them. Ride horses, camels sometimes, but not mine. Borrow them mostly.”
She had pets when she was young; her family was well off enough to at least keep a rat catcher or two around. But as she had grown into adulthood and gained a more practical stance, she understood the cost of keeping such animals wasn’t often to her benefit, and so she didn’t. Perhaps, if she ever settled down somewhere enough that she wasn’t leaving for another place every few weeks, she would reconsider, but for now, Demetrius was companion enough. Even if she might’ve wished for more.
Smiling as the young Judean woman’s face lit up at the thought of learning another language, she kept that same encouraging smile on her face as she went on to doubt that she could be of much help. “Just talk is help,” Callidora said with a nod. “More I talk, better I learn. May sometimes need point at things, tell their name, but is more…” She didn’t really know how to explain that it was the syntax of the language that she needed help with, how to decide where words went in a sentence. The basic structures of Greek and Hebrew were so different, that she simply needed more practice in conversation. Since she didn’t know how to word this, she shrugged instead. “Just need to hear, that’s all.”
The sound of her name being called from deeper inside the shop pricked the Grecian woman’s ears, the urgency of her husband’s voice bringing a bit of a frown to her face. “Be there in a moment!” she called out in Greek before turning to her companion with an apologetic smile. “Forgive, Maeri, think husband needs me. You come back when you like? Will talk more then. Has been nice to know you.” Her smile was warm. “Will be here another… month, I think? Come any time. Will be happy to see you.”
Even if it turned out they didn’t have much to teach each other, Callidora would be happy to have someone to spend time with aside from her husband and the dour Caleb who owned the storefront. Maeri was a breath of fresh air in a sometimes unwelcoming place, and Dora very much looked forward to seeing her again in the future.
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Callidora grinned at Maeri’s enthusiasm, shaking her head as she listed off the types of cats it might have been. “No, not those,” she said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. She hadn’t actually known what to call the cat, as it was an animal like she had never seen before. All she knew was that it had been transported from some foreign land, not having had the chance to question its handlers before pandemonium broke loose. “Was… orange. Black stripes. Very big, like lion, but not same. Was very beautiful, but very scary. Was lucky to leave.”
The girl asked her if she had any animals, and she shook her head again. Her lifestyle wasn’t exactly conducive to companion animals, and things like livestock and horses were difficult to transport. It was usually easier to buy and sell such animals when they got where they were going, rather than carrying them along. Dora had learned not to get too attached for those reasons. “No animals,” she said. “Sail a lot, is difficult to bring them. Ride horses, camels sometimes, but not mine. Borrow them mostly.”
She had pets when she was young; her family was well off enough to at least keep a rat catcher or two around. But as she had grown into adulthood and gained a more practical stance, she understood the cost of keeping such animals wasn’t often to her benefit, and so she didn’t. Perhaps, if she ever settled down somewhere enough that she wasn’t leaving for another place every few weeks, she would reconsider, but for now, Demetrius was companion enough. Even if she might’ve wished for more.
Smiling as the young Judean woman’s face lit up at the thought of learning another language, she kept that same encouraging smile on her face as she went on to doubt that she could be of much help. “Just talk is help,” Callidora said with a nod. “More I talk, better I learn. May sometimes need point at things, tell their name, but is more…” She didn’t really know how to explain that it was the syntax of the language that she needed help with, how to decide where words went in a sentence. The basic structures of Greek and Hebrew were so different, that she simply needed more practice in conversation. Since she didn’t know how to word this, she shrugged instead. “Just need to hear, that’s all.”
The sound of her name being called from deeper inside the shop pricked the Grecian woman’s ears, the urgency of her husband’s voice bringing a bit of a frown to her face. “Be there in a moment!” she called out in Greek before turning to her companion with an apologetic smile. “Forgive, Maeri, think husband needs me. You come back when you like? Will talk more then. Has been nice to know you.” Her smile was warm. “Will be here another… month, I think? Come any time. Will be happy to see you.”
Even if it turned out they didn’t have much to teach each other, Callidora would be happy to have someone to spend time with aside from her husband and the dour Caleb who owned the storefront. Maeri was a breath of fresh air in a sometimes unwelcoming place, and Dora very much looked forward to seeing her again in the future.
Callidora grinned at Maeri’s enthusiasm, shaking her head as she listed off the types of cats it might have been. “No, not those,” she said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. She hadn’t actually known what to call the cat, as it was an animal like she had never seen before. All she knew was that it had been transported from some foreign land, not having had the chance to question its handlers before pandemonium broke loose. “Was… orange. Black stripes. Very big, like lion, but not same. Was very beautiful, but very scary. Was lucky to leave.”
The girl asked her if she had any animals, and she shook her head again. Her lifestyle wasn’t exactly conducive to companion animals, and things like livestock and horses were difficult to transport. It was usually easier to buy and sell such animals when they got where they were going, rather than carrying them along. Dora had learned not to get too attached for those reasons. “No animals,” she said. “Sail a lot, is difficult to bring them. Ride horses, camels sometimes, but not mine. Borrow them mostly.”
She had pets when she was young; her family was well off enough to at least keep a rat catcher or two around. But as she had grown into adulthood and gained a more practical stance, she understood the cost of keeping such animals wasn’t often to her benefit, and so she didn’t. Perhaps, if she ever settled down somewhere enough that she wasn’t leaving for another place every few weeks, she would reconsider, but for now, Demetrius was companion enough. Even if she might’ve wished for more.
Smiling as the young Judean woman’s face lit up at the thought of learning another language, she kept that same encouraging smile on her face as she went on to doubt that she could be of much help. “Just talk is help,” Callidora said with a nod. “More I talk, better I learn. May sometimes need point at things, tell their name, but is more…” She didn’t really know how to explain that it was the syntax of the language that she needed help with, how to decide where words went in a sentence. The basic structures of Greek and Hebrew were so different, that she simply needed more practice in conversation. Since she didn’t know how to word this, she shrugged instead. “Just need to hear, that’s all.”
The sound of her name being called from deeper inside the shop pricked the Grecian woman’s ears, the urgency of her husband’s voice bringing a bit of a frown to her face. “Be there in a moment!” she called out in Greek before turning to her companion with an apologetic smile. “Forgive, Maeri, think husband needs me. You come back when you like? Will talk more then. Has been nice to know you.” Her smile was warm. “Will be here another… month, I think? Come any time. Will be happy to see you.”
Even if it turned out they didn’t have much to teach each other, Callidora would be happy to have someone to spend time with aside from her husband and the dour Caleb who owned the storefront. Maeri was a breath of fresh air in a sometimes unwelcoming place, and Dora very much looked forward to seeing her again in the future.
Maeri listened intently as Callidora described the animal in more depth. Whatever it had been it sounded very strange. She wished she had been there to see it, even if Callidora thought that it was scary. She wasn’t sure how a giant cat would be scary. She was sad to hear that the woman had not had any animals. To be fair, she’d not been allowed any animals of her own either, but she was sure that when she was married and an adult in her own right, then she would definitely get pets.
Maeri smiled as the woman reassured her that she didn’t need to actually teach, but just speak Hebrew to her. That was a relief, since she didn’t know the first thing about teaching. “Well I can definitely talk. That’s easy. Sometimes Nedevah says it’s hard to get me to shut up.” Maeri blushed a bit as she realized what had come out of her mouth. She didn’t mean to give her new friend a bad impression right off the bat. Maybe then she wouldn’t want to teach her Greek anymore.
Luckily, Maeri was saved in that moment by a man’s voice calling Callidora’s name. She sighed a breath of relief that she wouldn’t have to explain what she meant. The woman shouted something back in what Maeri assumed was Greek. It was her husband calling to ask her to help it seemed, and that meant that their conversation was over. That Maeri understood. When one’s husband needed your help, then you had to help them.
That Callidora wanted to see her again made Maeri smile. It was so nice to know that she might have a friend who could teach her Greek. “It was nice to meet you!” Maeri grinned at her. “I’ll have to come back soon. At least, whenever my mom says I can.” It was something to look forward to. She loved to learn as much as she could about other cultures and places, and Callidora was a window into a whole other world that people so rarely talked about.
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Maeri listened intently as Callidora described the animal in more depth. Whatever it had been it sounded very strange. She wished she had been there to see it, even if Callidora thought that it was scary. She wasn’t sure how a giant cat would be scary. She was sad to hear that the woman had not had any animals. To be fair, she’d not been allowed any animals of her own either, but she was sure that when she was married and an adult in her own right, then she would definitely get pets.
Maeri smiled as the woman reassured her that she didn’t need to actually teach, but just speak Hebrew to her. That was a relief, since she didn’t know the first thing about teaching. “Well I can definitely talk. That’s easy. Sometimes Nedevah says it’s hard to get me to shut up.” Maeri blushed a bit as she realized what had come out of her mouth. She didn’t mean to give her new friend a bad impression right off the bat. Maybe then she wouldn’t want to teach her Greek anymore.
Luckily, Maeri was saved in that moment by a man’s voice calling Callidora’s name. She sighed a breath of relief that she wouldn’t have to explain what she meant. The woman shouted something back in what Maeri assumed was Greek. It was her husband calling to ask her to help it seemed, and that meant that their conversation was over. That Maeri understood. When one’s husband needed your help, then you had to help them.
That Callidora wanted to see her again made Maeri smile. It was so nice to know that she might have a friend who could teach her Greek. “It was nice to meet you!” Maeri grinned at her. “I’ll have to come back soon. At least, whenever my mom says I can.” It was something to look forward to. She loved to learn as much as she could about other cultures and places, and Callidora was a window into a whole other world that people so rarely talked about.
Maeri listened intently as Callidora described the animal in more depth. Whatever it had been it sounded very strange. She wished she had been there to see it, even if Callidora thought that it was scary. She wasn’t sure how a giant cat would be scary. She was sad to hear that the woman had not had any animals. To be fair, she’d not been allowed any animals of her own either, but she was sure that when she was married and an adult in her own right, then she would definitely get pets.
Maeri smiled as the woman reassured her that she didn’t need to actually teach, but just speak Hebrew to her. That was a relief, since she didn’t know the first thing about teaching. “Well I can definitely talk. That’s easy. Sometimes Nedevah says it’s hard to get me to shut up.” Maeri blushed a bit as she realized what had come out of her mouth. She didn’t mean to give her new friend a bad impression right off the bat. Maybe then she wouldn’t want to teach her Greek anymore.
Luckily, Maeri was saved in that moment by a man’s voice calling Callidora’s name. She sighed a breath of relief that she wouldn’t have to explain what she meant. The woman shouted something back in what Maeri assumed was Greek. It was her husband calling to ask her to help it seemed, and that meant that their conversation was over. That Maeri understood. When one’s husband needed your help, then you had to help them.
That Callidora wanted to see her again made Maeri smile. It was so nice to know that she might have a friend who could teach her Greek. “It was nice to meet you!” Maeri grinned at her. “I’ll have to come back soon. At least, whenever my mom says I can.” It was something to look forward to. She loved to learn as much as she could about other cultures and places, and Callidora was a window into a whole other world that people so rarely talked about.