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Thaddeus was out and about in the market of Israel, learning things and greeting everyone that was around him. It wasn’t unusual for Thad to be out walking, and it had been a pretty well spent day so far. The market was bustling with many travelers from all over selling and buying things and Thaddeus couldn’t help but try to talk to them. Their stories were intriguing, especially knowing that he would never share in the experiences the stories were about. Thaddeus was simply satisfied to be social. He bought some delicious looking nuts, and while eating them, he started to talk to the other traders. Asking how business was going in Damascus, and what news if any there was from other places. There were whispers about Egypt, but nothing alarming or anything that would be affecting his home. Plus, Thaddeus wasn’t stupid enough to think he’d get any good information out of these people. In this case, Thad had no issue taking things with a grain of salt.
Once he was done with one conversation, he took a mouthful of nuts before walking down the market. He was distracted by large crowd around one of the booths, and, unfortunately, his attention was nowhere near where he was going. He didn’t even see the person who was in front of him, but he kept on walking. Suddenly he slammed right into her, making the rest of the nuts fall out of his hand, and whatever the stranger was holding out of their hands as well. It was hard enough that Thaddeus was left stunned for a moment, but as soon as it was over Thaddeus’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh my!” His voice raised in concern, looking at all the mess he has caused. “I am so sorry! I didn't ...” He hadn’t even see her. It was a complete accident but Thaddeus didn’t hesitate to start leaning down to help clean up. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry!” His apologies were genuine, but he couldn’t seem to stop saying sorry. The religious man felt so bad, and shook his head at his actions.
“I was so silly…” He frowned as he continued to pick things up. “I should have been looking where I was going.” He glanced at his snack that was all over the floor, now deemed inedible and dirty. Ah well. “I assure you, I really didn’t mean to run into you….” He paused, realizing he had never seen this woman before. She wasn’t a regular. “What’s your name?” He wanted to apologize properly. Again.
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Thaddeus was out and about in the market of Israel, learning things and greeting everyone that was around him. It wasn’t unusual for Thad to be out walking, and it had been a pretty well spent day so far. The market was bustling with many travelers from all over selling and buying things and Thaddeus couldn’t help but try to talk to them. Their stories were intriguing, especially knowing that he would never share in the experiences the stories were about. Thaddeus was simply satisfied to be social. He bought some delicious looking nuts, and while eating them, he started to talk to the other traders. Asking how business was going in Damascus, and what news if any there was from other places. There were whispers about Egypt, but nothing alarming or anything that would be affecting his home. Plus, Thaddeus wasn’t stupid enough to think he’d get any good information out of these people. In this case, Thad had no issue taking things with a grain of salt.
Once he was done with one conversation, he took a mouthful of nuts before walking down the market. He was distracted by large crowd around one of the booths, and, unfortunately, his attention was nowhere near where he was going. He didn’t even see the person who was in front of him, but he kept on walking. Suddenly he slammed right into her, making the rest of the nuts fall out of his hand, and whatever the stranger was holding out of their hands as well. It was hard enough that Thaddeus was left stunned for a moment, but as soon as it was over Thaddeus’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh my!” His voice raised in concern, looking at all the mess he has caused. “I am so sorry! I didn't ...” He hadn’t even see her. It was a complete accident but Thaddeus didn’t hesitate to start leaning down to help clean up. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry!” His apologies were genuine, but he couldn’t seem to stop saying sorry. The religious man felt so bad, and shook his head at his actions.
“I was so silly…” He frowned as he continued to pick things up. “I should have been looking where I was going.” He glanced at his snack that was all over the floor, now deemed inedible and dirty. Ah well. “I assure you, I really didn’t mean to run into you….” He paused, realizing he had never seen this woman before. She wasn’t a regular. “What’s your name?” He wanted to apologize properly. Again.
Thaddeus was out and about in the market of Israel, learning things and greeting everyone that was around him. It wasn’t unusual for Thad to be out walking, and it had been a pretty well spent day so far. The market was bustling with many travelers from all over selling and buying things and Thaddeus couldn’t help but try to talk to them. Their stories were intriguing, especially knowing that he would never share in the experiences the stories were about. Thaddeus was simply satisfied to be social. He bought some delicious looking nuts, and while eating them, he started to talk to the other traders. Asking how business was going in Damascus, and what news if any there was from other places. There were whispers about Egypt, but nothing alarming or anything that would be affecting his home. Plus, Thaddeus wasn’t stupid enough to think he’d get any good information out of these people. In this case, Thad had no issue taking things with a grain of salt.
Once he was done with one conversation, he took a mouthful of nuts before walking down the market. He was distracted by large crowd around one of the booths, and, unfortunately, his attention was nowhere near where he was going. He didn’t even see the person who was in front of him, but he kept on walking. Suddenly he slammed right into her, making the rest of the nuts fall out of his hand, and whatever the stranger was holding out of their hands as well. It was hard enough that Thaddeus was left stunned for a moment, but as soon as it was over Thaddeus’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh my!” His voice raised in concern, looking at all the mess he has caused. “I am so sorry! I didn't ...” He hadn’t even see her. It was a complete accident but Thaddeus didn’t hesitate to start leaning down to help clean up. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry!” His apologies were genuine, but he couldn’t seem to stop saying sorry. The religious man felt so bad, and shook his head at his actions.
“I was so silly…” He frowned as he continued to pick things up. “I should have been looking where I was going.” He glanced at his snack that was all over the floor, now deemed inedible and dirty. Ah well. “I assure you, I really didn’t mean to run into you….” He paused, realizing he had never seen this woman before. She wasn’t a regular. “What’s your name?” He wanted to apologize properly. Again.
Callidora’s mind was consumed by ledgers and orders and numbers as she bustled through the busy market square, arms laden with several bolts of fabric. A light blue mitpahath covered her golden tresses and kept the worst of the sun from her face, but even so, it was sweltering beneath the dreadful garment. Sweat beaded on her forehead and under her darker tunic, the Grecian woman dreaming longingly of a peplos that would not cover her so thoroughly. But no, things were different in Judea. Women were expected to cover themselves, and the merchant’s wife was not about to cause a scandal on foreign soil. So, she would simply make do and try to drink more water through the day.
She was so absorbed by her thoughts and the looming discomfort of her attire that she was paying very little attention to her surroundings. The market was a busy hub of activity, and she paid it no more mind than she would any other port city. With a life of travelling, she was used to the hustle and bustle of trading hubs, and perhaps should have been paying a bit more attention to where she was going. But alas, distraction makes clumsy fools of everyone, and when the man collided with her, Dora was helpless to do anything but go sprawling.
The fabric she carried was lost to the dusty ground, her clothing similarly marred. Dazed, she wasn’t even sure what had happened at first until she heard the profuse sounds of apology coming from somewhere to her right. Pushing herself to her knees and looking woefully at her scattered inventory, she sighed and started gathering up what she could. Hopefully, it wasn’t all ruined.
Looking up at the man who kept spilling apologies, she offered a bland smile and a shrug of her shoulders. “Is all right,” she responded in broken Hebrew, shaking out one of the lengths of silk and making a face at the result. It would have to be washed before it was sold, that was for sure. “We all have accidents. Am clumsy too, obviously. Didn’t see.”
Her smile turned a little more genuine when she saw the true contrition in his face. Dora couldn’t stay mad just because someone hadn’t been watching where they were going. Clearly, neither had she. Making her way back to her feet with her arms laden once more, she nodded in polite greeting. “Am Callidora, and truly is no problem. Just accident.” She smiled a little wider and shrugged again. “Is okay, promise. Not mad. Your name?”
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Callidora’s mind was consumed by ledgers and orders and numbers as she bustled through the busy market square, arms laden with several bolts of fabric. A light blue mitpahath covered her golden tresses and kept the worst of the sun from her face, but even so, it was sweltering beneath the dreadful garment. Sweat beaded on her forehead and under her darker tunic, the Grecian woman dreaming longingly of a peplos that would not cover her so thoroughly. But no, things were different in Judea. Women were expected to cover themselves, and the merchant’s wife was not about to cause a scandal on foreign soil. So, she would simply make do and try to drink more water through the day.
She was so absorbed by her thoughts and the looming discomfort of her attire that she was paying very little attention to her surroundings. The market was a busy hub of activity, and she paid it no more mind than she would any other port city. With a life of travelling, she was used to the hustle and bustle of trading hubs, and perhaps should have been paying a bit more attention to where she was going. But alas, distraction makes clumsy fools of everyone, and when the man collided with her, Dora was helpless to do anything but go sprawling.
The fabric she carried was lost to the dusty ground, her clothing similarly marred. Dazed, she wasn’t even sure what had happened at first until she heard the profuse sounds of apology coming from somewhere to her right. Pushing herself to her knees and looking woefully at her scattered inventory, she sighed and started gathering up what she could. Hopefully, it wasn’t all ruined.
Looking up at the man who kept spilling apologies, she offered a bland smile and a shrug of her shoulders. “Is all right,” she responded in broken Hebrew, shaking out one of the lengths of silk and making a face at the result. It would have to be washed before it was sold, that was for sure. “We all have accidents. Am clumsy too, obviously. Didn’t see.”
Her smile turned a little more genuine when she saw the true contrition in his face. Dora couldn’t stay mad just because someone hadn’t been watching where they were going. Clearly, neither had she. Making her way back to her feet with her arms laden once more, she nodded in polite greeting. “Am Callidora, and truly is no problem. Just accident.” She smiled a little wider and shrugged again. “Is okay, promise. Not mad. Your name?”
Callidora’s mind was consumed by ledgers and orders and numbers as she bustled through the busy market square, arms laden with several bolts of fabric. A light blue mitpahath covered her golden tresses and kept the worst of the sun from her face, but even so, it was sweltering beneath the dreadful garment. Sweat beaded on her forehead and under her darker tunic, the Grecian woman dreaming longingly of a peplos that would not cover her so thoroughly. But no, things were different in Judea. Women were expected to cover themselves, and the merchant’s wife was not about to cause a scandal on foreign soil. So, she would simply make do and try to drink more water through the day.
She was so absorbed by her thoughts and the looming discomfort of her attire that she was paying very little attention to her surroundings. The market was a busy hub of activity, and she paid it no more mind than she would any other port city. With a life of travelling, she was used to the hustle and bustle of trading hubs, and perhaps should have been paying a bit more attention to where she was going. But alas, distraction makes clumsy fools of everyone, and when the man collided with her, Dora was helpless to do anything but go sprawling.
The fabric she carried was lost to the dusty ground, her clothing similarly marred. Dazed, she wasn’t even sure what had happened at first until she heard the profuse sounds of apology coming from somewhere to her right. Pushing herself to her knees and looking woefully at her scattered inventory, she sighed and started gathering up what she could. Hopefully, it wasn’t all ruined.
Looking up at the man who kept spilling apologies, she offered a bland smile and a shrug of her shoulders. “Is all right,” she responded in broken Hebrew, shaking out one of the lengths of silk and making a face at the result. It would have to be washed before it was sold, that was for sure. “We all have accidents. Am clumsy too, obviously. Didn’t see.”
Her smile turned a little more genuine when she saw the true contrition in his face. Dora couldn’t stay mad just because someone hadn’t been watching where they were going. Clearly, neither had she. Making her way back to her feet with her arms laden once more, she nodded in polite greeting. “Am Callidora, and truly is no problem. Just accident.” She smiled a little wider and shrugged again. “Is okay, promise. Not mad. Your name?”
He should have been looking more closely… it was entirely his fault. The market place was full of people to greet and things to see, and while usually, he had no issues, accidents happened. Not that he believed that he couldn't have done things differently- because he certainly could have. He could have been looking in front of him, instead of off to the side. He also could have been walking slower. Although he knew everything he could have done differently, he still ran into the stranger. Thaddeus was practically horrified as things dropped from her hands, and he took no time in apologizing. The other didn't seem upset, but that didn't stop him from feeling incredibly bad. Her broken Hebrew was an indicator that she was foreign, which if this was an introduction to his kingdom well… that wasn't great. Thaddeus frowned at her words, and shook his head. "Accidents happen, but they do not have to happen. I should have been paying more attention." He picked picked up more of her fabric as she did, shaking it and trying to get all the dirt from the ground off of it. The price he had was reasonably clean, which made him hope that he hadn't entirely ruined the other's day.
He smiled at her as she said her name and nodded. She still didn't seem upset, and maybe he'd be forgiven. He stood up a little straighter as she continued to speak, and Thaddeus's body language became relaxed. It sounded like everything would be alright. He pointed to himself, his face friendly. "Thaddeus of Tzephniah," He was a noble, and a curious one at that. He looked her over, and for the life of him could not figure out exactly where she was from. He paused for a moment, before opening his mouth once more. "Where are you from?" He asked, his voice giving away how interested he was. "Did you travel far to be here in Israel?" He continued. It seemed like she did, but he wanted confirmation on his assumptions. He looked her over once more, thinking for a moment. She really had no reason to talk to him more, but Thad wanted to continue with their conversation. He felt more, before stepping closer to her.
"If I help you get you to where you are going, making sure no more accidents happen, will you tell me more about you?" He asked, wondering if she just wanted to go about her business. It was her right, but it didn't hurt to try. "I am always eager to listen to travelers because everything just seems so different outside of Judea."
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He should have been looking more closely… it was entirely his fault. The market place was full of people to greet and things to see, and while usually, he had no issues, accidents happened. Not that he believed that he couldn't have done things differently- because he certainly could have. He could have been looking in front of him, instead of off to the side. He also could have been walking slower. Although he knew everything he could have done differently, he still ran into the stranger. Thaddeus was practically horrified as things dropped from her hands, and he took no time in apologizing. The other didn't seem upset, but that didn't stop him from feeling incredibly bad. Her broken Hebrew was an indicator that she was foreign, which if this was an introduction to his kingdom well… that wasn't great. Thaddeus frowned at her words, and shook his head. "Accidents happen, but they do not have to happen. I should have been paying more attention." He picked picked up more of her fabric as she did, shaking it and trying to get all the dirt from the ground off of it. The price he had was reasonably clean, which made him hope that he hadn't entirely ruined the other's day.
He smiled at her as she said her name and nodded. She still didn't seem upset, and maybe he'd be forgiven. He stood up a little straighter as she continued to speak, and Thaddeus's body language became relaxed. It sounded like everything would be alright. He pointed to himself, his face friendly. "Thaddeus of Tzephniah," He was a noble, and a curious one at that. He looked her over, and for the life of him could not figure out exactly where she was from. He paused for a moment, before opening his mouth once more. "Where are you from?" He asked, his voice giving away how interested he was. "Did you travel far to be here in Israel?" He continued. It seemed like she did, but he wanted confirmation on his assumptions. He looked her over once more, thinking for a moment. She really had no reason to talk to him more, but Thad wanted to continue with their conversation. He felt more, before stepping closer to her.
"If I help you get you to where you are going, making sure no more accidents happen, will you tell me more about you?" He asked, wondering if she just wanted to go about her business. It was her right, but it didn't hurt to try. "I am always eager to listen to travelers because everything just seems so different outside of Judea."
He should have been looking more closely… it was entirely his fault. The market place was full of people to greet and things to see, and while usually, he had no issues, accidents happened. Not that he believed that he couldn't have done things differently- because he certainly could have. He could have been looking in front of him, instead of off to the side. He also could have been walking slower. Although he knew everything he could have done differently, he still ran into the stranger. Thaddeus was practically horrified as things dropped from her hands, and he took no time in apologizing. The other didn't seem upset, but that didn't stop him from feeling incredibly bad. Her broken Hebrew was an indicator that she was foreign, which if this was an introduction to his kingdom well… that wasn't great. Thaddeus frowned at her words, and shook his head. "Accidents happen, but they do not have to happen. I should have been paying more attention." He picked picked up more of her fabric as she did, shaking it and trying to get all the dirt from the ground off of it. The price he had was reasonably clean, which made him hope that he hadn't entirely ruined the other's day.
He smiled at her as she said her name and nodded. She still didn't seem upset, and maybe he'd be forgiven. He stood up a little straighter as she continued to speak, and Thaddeus's body language became relaxed. It sounded like everything would be alright. He pointed to himself, his face friendly. "Thaddeus of Tzephniah," He was a noble, and a curious one at that. He looked her over, and for the life of him could not figure out exactly where she was from. He paused for a moment, before opening his mouth once more. "Where are you from?" He asked, his voice giving away how interested he was. "Did you travel far to be here in Israel?" He continued. It seemed like she did, but he wanted confirmation on his assumptions. He looked her over once more, thinking for a moment. She really had no reason to talk to him more, but Thad wanted to continue with their conversation. He felt more, before stepping closer to her.
"If I help you get you to where you are going, making sure no more accidents happen, will you tell me more about you?" He asked, wondering if she just wanted to go about her business. It was her right, but it didn't hurt to try. "I am always eager to listen to travelers because everything just seems so different outside of Judea."
“Is good to meet you, Thaddeus,” Callidora replied, saying his name slowly and carefully so she wouldn’t muck it up. She could speak passable Hebrew, but the sounds were still so much different than Greek. The merchant’s wife could only imagine how atrocious her accent was to a native speaker. The ‘Tzephniah’ part she did not even attempt; she had no idea the significance of the name and therefore left off any honorific that might have been appropriate for a Judean noble. She knew little about Israel’s hierarchy, though if she wanted to spend any amount of time here after this trip, she supposed she ought to lean.
She chuckled at his line of questioning, resituating her load so that she wouldn’t drop anything again. “Am from Greece,” she replied. “Colchis. Across sea.” She gestured vaguely toward where she thought the Aegean must be in relation to where they were now. “Travel many places, see many things, and yes, Israel far.” She smiled again, a somewhat dreamy look to her verdant eyes. “I like new things, new places, new people. Makes for interesting life.”
At his offer to assist her back to her destination, Dora looked a little surprised. Now that he had helped her pick up her things and had apologized, she’d expected him to be on his way. Judean society seemed even harsher toward women than Greek society did, so that he was asking further questions about her and offering to escort her made her somewhat suspicious. Was there a catch to this? What exactly did he get out of it?
Upon further examination of his face, however, she could detect no hidden malice, just open interest. She guessed he didn’t get out much and most especially nowhere outside of Judea. Sensing he had no intent to brush her off or mock her, she simply shrugged and allowed herself to relax. “Might not be very interesting, but will answer questions, if you like. Hope you can understand. Am not best at speaking Hebrew.”
With both hands full, Dora nodded in the direction she was heading, taking a step and indicating for Thaddeus to follow her. “Am here helping husband with business,” she explained as they walked, looking over at her younger companion. “He has friend named Caleb who lets us sell from his shop. Nice man. Nice wife.” Truthfully, Caleb hadn’t liked her very much at first, thinking it inappropriate that she was so deeply involved in Demetrius’s business. As time went on, though, he came to develop a begrudging respect for her and made no further protests when her husband brought her along to their meetings. “Was headed back to his shop. Is nice of you to help get things there.”
Curious, she asked Thaddeus, “Ever gone anywhere not Judea?” Given his interest in where she was from, she guessed not, but she could be wrong. “Ever sail before?”
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“Is good to meet you, Thaddeus,” Callidora replied, saying his name slowly and carefully so she wouldn’t muck it up. She could speak passable Hebrew, but the sounds were still so much different than Greek. The merchant’s wife could only imagine how atrocious her accent was to a native speaker. The ‘Tzephniah’ part she did not even attempt; she had no idea the significance of the name and therefore left off any honorific that might have been appropriate for a Judean noble. She knew little about Israel’s hierarchy, though if she wanted to spend any amount of time here after this trip, she supposed she ought to lean.
She chuckled at his line of questioning, resituating her load so that she wouldn’t drop anything again. “Am from Greece,” she replied. “Colchis. Across sea.” She gestured vaguely toward where she thought the Aegean must be in relation to where they were now. “Travel many places, see many things, and yes, Israel far.” She smiled again, a somewhat dreamy look to her verdant eyes. “I like new things, new places, new people. Makes for interesting life.”
At his offer to assist her back to her destination, Dora looked a little surprised. Now that he had helped her pick up her things and had apologized, she’d expected him to be on his way. Judean society seemed even harsher toward women than Greek society did, so that he was asking further questions about her and offering to escort her made her somewhat suspicious. Was there a catch to this? What exactly did he get out of it?
Upon further examination of his face, however, she could detect no hidden malice, just open interest. She guessed he didn’t get out much and most especially nowhere outside of Judea. Sensing he had no intent to brush her off or mock her, she simply shrugged and allowed herself to relax. “Might not be very interesting, but will answer questions, if you like. Hope you can understand. Am not best at speaking Hebrew.”
With both hands full, Dora nodded in the direction she was heading, taking a step and indicating for Thaddeus to follow her. “Am here helping husband with business,” she explained as they walked, looking over at her younger companion. “He has friend named Caleb who lets us sell from his shop. Nice man. Nice wife.” Truthfully, Caleb hadn’t liked her very much at first, thinking it inappropriate that she was so deeply involved in Demetrius’s business. As time went on, though, he came to develop a begrudging respect for her and made no further protests when her husband brought her along to their meetings. “Was headed back to his shop. Is nice of you to help get things there.”
Curious, she asked Thaddeus, “Ever gone anywhere not Judea?” Given his interest in where she was from, she guessed not, but she could be wrong. “Ever sail before?”
“Is good to meet you, Thaddeus,” Callidora replied, saying his name slowly and carefully so she wouldn’t muck it up. She could speak passable Hebrew, but the sounds were still so much different than Greek. The merchant’s wife could only imagine how atrocious her accent was to a native speaker. The ‘Tzephniah’ part she did not even attempt; she had no idea the significance of the name and therefore left off any honorific that might have been appropriate for a Judean noble. She knew little about Israel’s hierarchy, though if she wanted to spend any amount of time here after this trip, she supposed she ought to lean.
She chuckled at his line of questioning, resituating her load so that she wouldn’t drop anything again. “Am from Greece,” she replied. “Colchis. Across sea.” She gestured vaguely toward where she thought the Aegean must be in relation to where they were now. “Travel many places, see many things, and yes, Israel far.” She smiled again, a somewhat dreamy look to her verdant eyes. “I like new things, new places, new people. Makes for interesting life.”
At his offer to assist her back to her destination, Dora looked a little surprised. Now that he had helped her pick up her things and had apologized, she’d expected him to be on his way. Judean society seemed even harsher toward women than Greek society did, so that he was asking further questions about her and offering to escort her made her somewhat suspicious. Was there a catch to this? What exactly did he get out of it?
Upon further examination of his face, however, she could detect no hidden malice, just open interest. She guessed he didn’t get out much and most especially nowhere outside of Judea. Sensing he had no intent to brush her off or mock her, she simply shrugged and allowed herself to relax. “Might not be very interesting, but will answer questions, if you like. Hope you can understand. Am not best at speaking Hebrew.”
With both hands full, Dora nodded in the direction she was heading, taking a step and indicating for Thaddeus to follow her. “Am here helping husband with business,” she explained as they walked, looking over at her younger companion. “He has friend named Caleb who lets us sell from his shop. Nice man. Nice wife.” Truthfully, Caleb hadn’t liked her very much at first, thinking it inappropriate that she was so deeply involved in Demetrius’s business. As time went on, though, he came to develop a begrudging respect for her and made no further protests when her husband brought her along to their meetings. “Was headed back to his shop. Is nice of you to help get things there.”
Curious, she asked Thaddeus, “Ever gone anywhere not Judea?” Given his interest in where she was from, she guessed not, but she could be wrong. “Ever sail before?”
“It’s good to meet you too!” He smiled brightly over at her, in a very friendly way. He appreciated that she could say his name, it sounded so nice on her tongue even though she was from foriegn land. He was kind enough to ignore the fact that she didn’t mention his nobility, though Thad usually didn’t push that on anyone- native or not. He continued talking, his eyes staying on her as he spoke. He turned his head to the side as she answered, his eyes widening in awe. “Colchis?” He had never been there, though he had heard about it, and had met others from there. He nodded at his words, appreciating that she was trying to communicate in Hebrew. The Lord knew that he wouldn’t be able to even comprehend greek. He offered to help her, still feeling sorry that he had run into her, and he felt happy that she didn’t tell him to go away. He grabbed some of her things to help, and smiled brightly. It was almost as if he was excited to help her.
“I can understand just find Callidora! I would love it if you could answer questions.” Thad could think of many, many questions- probably more questions then she could possibly answer in a day. He followed her, not sure yet where they were going but happy to be of assistance. “Oh you have a husband that has business here?” Well, that was some more information on her as to why a foreigner as herself was here. He was not yet married, though he hadn’t really thought about it. He had other things that were more of a priority. He looked over at her, moving away from his own thoughts. “Of course! I am so happy I am able to help you! and Caleb does sound nice!” It made the days just that more interesting when he was able to interact with other people- and it was even better when he was able to help someone and be of assistance. He shook his head at her question, glancing towards the ground.
“No, I have never been away from Judea. I haven’t even been to Egypt.” He confessed, a homebody as he was. “My home is important to me and that is where I am needed most.” He wasn’t even sure what he would do in another kingdom. “Plus, everything I need is here. My family is here.” He grinned back at her. “But, you know, I am able to hear stories from other places, and that suits me well.” He gave her a laugh at her next question. “No, I have never sailed. I don’t think I’ve even stepped onto a ship before.” He moved so he could walk closer to Callidora. “Which leads to my next question….” He paused, trying to think of a way that she could understand him more easily.
“You live as you sail… what’s it like living on the water?”
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“It’s good to meet you too!” He smiled brightly over at her, in a very friendly way. He appreciated that she could say his name, it sounded so nice on her tongue even though she was from foriegn land. He was kind enough to ignore the fact that she didn’t mention his nobility, though Thad usually didn’t push that on anyone- native or not. He continued talking, his eyes staying on her as he spoke. He turned his head to the side as she answered, his eyes widening in awe. “Colchis?” He had never been there, though he had heard about it, and had met others from there. He nodded at his words, appreciating that she was trying to communicate in Hebrew. The Lord knew that he wouldn’t be able to even comprehend greek. He offered to help her, still feeling sorry that he had run into her, and he felt happy that she didn’t tell him to go away. He grabbed some of her things to help, and smiled brightly. It was almost as if he was excited to help her.
“I can understand just find Callidora! I would love it if you could answer questions.” Thad could think of many, many questions- probably more questions then she could possibly answer in a day. He followed her, not sure yet where they were going but happy to be of assistance. “Oh you have a husband that has business here?” Well, that was some more information on her as to why a foreigner as herself was here. He was not yet married, though he hadn’t really thought about it. He had other things that were more of a priority. He looked over at her, moving away from his own thoughts. “Of course! I am so happy I am able to help you! and Caleb does sound nice!” It made the days just that more interesting when he was able to interact with other people- and it was even better when he was able to help someone and be of assistance. He shook his head at her question, glancing towards the ground.
“No, I have never been away from Judea. I haven’t even been to Egypt.” He confessed, a homebody as he was. “My home is important to me and that is where I am needed most.” He wasn’t even sure what he would do in another kingdom. “Plus, everything I need is here. My family is here.” He grinned back at her. “But, you know, I am able to hear stories from other places, and that suits me well.” He gave her a laugh at her next question. “No, I have never sailed. I don’t think I’ve even stepped onto a ship before.” He moved so he could walk closer to Callidora. “Which leads to my next question….” He paused, trying to think of a way that she could understand him more easily.
“You live as you sail… what’s it like living on the water?”
“It’s good to meet you too!” He smiled brightly over at her, in a very friendly way. He appreciated that she could say his name, it sounded so nice on her tongue even though she was from foriegn land. He was kind enough to ignore the fact that she didn’t mention his nobility, though Thad usually didn’t push that on anyone- native or not. He continued talking, his eyes staying on her as he spoke. He turned his head to the side as she answered, his eyes widening in awe. “Colchis?” He had never been there, though he had heard about it, and had met others from there. He nodded at his words, appreciating that she was trying to communicate in Hebrew. The Lord knew that he wouldn’t be able to even comprehend greek. He offered to help her, still feeling sorry that he had run into her, and he felt happy that she didn’t tell him to go away. He grabbed some of her things to help, and smiled brightly. It was almost as if he was excited to help her.
“I can understand just find Callidora! I would love it if you could answer questions.” Thad could think of many, many questions- probably more questions then she could possibly answer in a day. He followed her, not sure yet where they were going but happy to be of assistance. “Oh you have a husband that has business here?” Well, that was some more information on her as to why a foreigner as herself was here. He was not yet married, though he hadn’t really thought about it. He had other things that were more of a priority. He looked over at her, moving away from his own thoughts. “Of course! I am so happy I am able to help you! and Caleb does sound nice!” It made the days just that more interesting when he was able to interact with other people- and it was even better when he was able to help someone and be of assistance. He shook his head at her question, glancing towards the ground.
“No, I have never been away from Judea. I haven’t even been to Egypt.” He confessed, a homebody as he was. “My home is important to me and that is where I am needed most.” He wasn’t even sure what he would do in another kingdom. “Plus, everything I need is here. My family is here.” He grinned back at her. “But, you know, I am able to hear stories from other places, and that suits me well.” He gave her a laugh at her next question. “No, I have never sailed. I don’t think I’ve even stepped onto a ship before.” He moved so he could walk closer to Callidora. “Which leads to my next question….” He paused, trying to think of a way that she could understand him more easily.
“You live as you sail… what’s it like living on the water?”
“Stories always good,” Callidora replied with a sweet smile of her own. “Living stories even better.” Her smile brightened, adjusting the load in her arms to aid her comfort. Their pace toward Caleb’s shop was unhurried, somehow companionable as Thaddeus started in with his series of promised questions.
She understood just enough of what he said to get the gist of it, chuckling softly at his eagerness. He wasn’t the first she’d encountered to get so excited when she mentioned she was a traveler; there were so many out there without the means to travel themselves who sought to live vicariously through those who could. Truthfully, she was happy to oblige. Going to so many new places and never lingering long meant it was easy to get lonely, so she was always pleased to find someone to listen to her rambling.
You live as you sail… what’s it like living on the water?
Tapping her chin thoughtfully, she pondered for a moment before she answered. A simple enough question, but it was a surprisingly complicated response. “Is busy,” she said with a nod, struggling to find the words in a language she only passably spoke, as it was. “Many things to track and remember. Many chores to do. Busy, busy. But sometimes is just boring.” She shrugged. “Days and days, you see just water. No land, no ships, nothing but water and sky. Is beautiful, but can make men mad.”
She’d witnessed such a thing personally on more than one occasion. Men got stir crazy on a ship for months at a time, when days passed and nothing changed. Some started to hallucinate strange creatures in the depths or in the stars, while others simply sank into despair. Enough times out and one found ways to cope with the boredom, but that did not always hold true for everyone. Callidora counted herself lucky that she always managed to maintain her sanity.
Starting to say something else, Dora frowned and cut herself off when she felt a tug on one of the long bolts she carried. Turning to see if she’d gotten herself caught on something, she was just quick enough to see the end of the fabric trailing in the breeze as it flew away in the hands of the urchin who’d snatched it!
“What in all the gods’ names…?” she exclaimed in Greek, staring after the little thief in blatant disbelief. “How did they…?” Shifting the fabric to one arm, she patted at her waist for her purse, only to find that missing, as well!
“Thief!” she shouted in Hebrew, pointing after the fleeing boy and hoping a guard or a concerned citizen would overhear. Turning to Thaddeus, her face was equal parts displeased and bewildered. “Steal from you too?”
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“Stories always good,” Callidora replied with a sweet smile of her own. “Living stories even better.” Her smile brightened, adjusting the load in her arms to aid her comfort. Their pace toward Caleb’s shop was unhurried, somehow companionable as Thaddeus started in with his series of promised questions.
She understood just enough of what he said to get the gist of it, chuckling softly at his eagerness. He wasn’t the first she’d encountered to get so excited when she mentioned she was a traveler; there were so many out there without the means to travel themselves who sought to live vicariously through those who could. Truthfully, she was happy to oblige. Going to so many new places and never lingering long meant it was easy to get lonely, so she was always pleased to find someone to listen to her rambling.
You live as you sail… what’s it like living on the water?
Tapping her chin thoughtfully, she pondered for a moment before she answered. A simple enough question, but it was a surprisingly complicated response. “Is busy,” she said with a nod, struggling to find the words in a language she only passably spoke, as it was. “Many things to track and remember. Many chores to do. Busy, busy. But sometimes is just boring.” She shrugged. “Days and days, you see just water. No land, no ships, nothing but water and sky. Is beautiful, but can make men mad.”
She’d witnessed such a thing personally on more than one occasion. Men got stir crazy on a ship for months at a time, when days passed and nothing changed. Some started to hallucinate strange creatures in the depths or in the stars, while others simply sank into despair. Enough times out and one found ways to cope with the boredom, but that did not always hold true for everyone. Callidora counted herself lucky that she always managed to maintain her sanity.
Starting to say something else, Dora frowned and cut herself off when she felt a tug on one of the long bolts she carried. Turning to see if she’d gotten herself caught on something, she was just quick enough to see the end of the fabric trailing in the breeze as it flew away in the hands of the urchin who’d snatched it!
“What in all the gods’ names…?” she exclaimed in Greek, staring after the little thief in blatant disbelief. “How did they…?” Shifting the fabric to one arm, she patted at her waist for her purse, only to find that missing, as well!
“Thief!” she shouted in Hebrew, pointing after the fleeing boy and hoping a guard or a concerned citizen would overhear. Turning to Thaddeus, her face was equal parts displeased and bewildered. “Steal from you too?”
“Stories always good,” Callidora replied with a sweet smile of her own. “Living stories even better.” Her smile brightened, adjusting the load in her arms to aid her comfort. Their pace toward Caleb’s shop was unhurried, somehow companionable as Thaddeus started in with his series of promised questions.
She understood just enough of what he said to get the gist of it, chuckling softly at his eagerness. He wasn’t the first she’d encountered to get so excited when she mentioned she was a traveler; there were so many out there without the means to travel themselves who sought to live vicariously through those who could. Truthfully, she was happy to oblige. Going to so many new places and never lingering long meant it was easy to get lonely, so she was always pleased to find someone to listen to her rambling.
You live as you sail… what’s it like living on the water?
Tapping her chin thoughtfully, she pondered for a moment before she answered. A simple enough question, but it was a surprisingly complicated response. “Is busy,” she said with a nod, struggling to find the words in a language she only passably spoke, as it was. “Many things to track and remember. Many chores to do. Busy, busy. But sometimes is just boring.” She shrugged. “Days and days, you see just water. No land, no ships, nothing but water and sky. Is beautiful, but can make men mad.”
She’d witnessed such a thing personally on more than one occasion. Men got stir crazy on a ship for months at a time, when days passed and nothing changed. Some started to hallucinate strange creatures in the depths or in the stars, while others simply sank into despair. Enough times out and one found ways to cope with the boredom, but that did not always hold true for everyone. Callidora counted herself lucky that she always managed to maintain her sanity.
Starting to say something else, Dora frowned and cut herself off when she felt a tug on one of the long bolts she carried. Turning to see if she’d gotten herself caught on something, she was just quick enough to see the end of the fabric trailing in the breeze as it flew away in the hands of the urchin who’d snatched it!
“What in all the gods’ names…?” she exclaimed in Greek, staring after the little thief in blatant disbelief. “How did they…?” Shifting the fabric to one arm, she patted at her waist for her purse, only to find that missing, as well!
“Thief!” she shouted in Hebrew, pointing after the fleeing boy and hoping a guard or a concerned citizen would overhear. Turning to Thaddeus, her face was equal parts displeased and bewildered. “Steal from you too?”
“Living stories?” Thaddeus was confused by her words, and he narrowed his eyes. How would stories be living? While he could understand most of what she was saying, sometimes things just didn’t come across perfectly. “Do you mean stories about people who are still alive?” That would make more sense. Though sometimes all stories needed to be told, no matter if the lead subject had passed. He did have a lot more questions too, curious about her life and about Callidora in general. Her experiences were so drastically different than his. He listened as she spoke, and leaned forward so that he could hear every word. “Wow, sounds a little wild!” He commented, thinking about how busy she must really be at sea. “Do men really go mad?” He wondered how many sins happened on a ship. He figured probably a lot of them. What would keep them in check with water all around them? He wondered if they prayed a lot- he knew that praying would probably help the madness of it. "Do you pray on the ship?"
His focus was all on Callidora, and he didn’t even notice the people who started to rob them, He didn’t even feel anyone close enough to do such a thing! But it was only when Callidora’s demeanor changed when Thad knew something was wrong and started to glance around. She spoke in greek and Thaddeus couldn’t understand a word, and his expression changed to fear. He wasn’t sure what had happened. He noticed that his new friend’s purse was missing, and Thaddeus grabbed his own coins that were on him only to find it not being there either. Yahweh, have mercy! “Gone!” He confirmed and spun around as she pointed to the perpetrator. There he was! He nodded when she asked if he had been stolen from as well. “He stole my coins!” His eyes burned angry, cursing himself in his head to lose focus. Judea was fairly safe, but the poor tended to become desperate and turned to sin. “We must get to the sinner.” He said, before reaching for her hand. “Come with me, I will help you.” It was the least he could do. He wasn’t so concerned for his coins- but he knew that she probably needed her purse a lot more. “Let’s go!” He said, before lurching forward to go after the thief, and tried to drag the traveler along with him.
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“Living stories?” Thaddeus was confused by her words, and he narrowed his eyes. How would stories be living? While he could understand most of what she was saying, sometimes things just didn’t come across perfectly. “Do you mean stories about people who are still alive?” That would make more sense. Though sometimes all stories needed to be told, no matter if the lead subject had passed. He did have a lot more questions too, curious about her life and about Callidora in general. Her experiences were so drastically different than his. He listened as she spoke, and leaned forward so that he could hear every word. “Wow, sounds a little wild!” He commented, thinking about how busy she must really be at sea. “Do men really go mad?” He wondered how many sins happened on a ship. He figured probably a lot of them. What would keep them in check with water all around them? He wondered if they prayed a lot- he knew that praying would probably help the madness of it. "Do you pray on the ship?"
His focus was all on Callidora, and he didn’t even notice the people who started to rob them, He didn’t even feel anyone close enough to do such a thing! But it was only when Callidora’s demeanor changed when Thad knew something was wrong and started to glance around. She spoke in greek and Thaddeus couldn’t understand a word, and his expression changed to fear. He wasn’t sure what had happened. He noticed that his new friend’s purse was missing, and Thaddeus grabbed his own coins that were on him only to find it not being there either. Yahweh, have mercy! “Gone!” He confirmed and spun around as she pointed to the perpetrator. There he was! He nodded when she asked if he had been stolen from as well. “He stole my coins!” His eyes burned angry, cursing himself in his head to lose focus. Judea was fairly safe, but the poor tended to become desperate and turned to sin. “We must get to the sinner.” He said, before reaching for her hand. “Come with me, I will help you.” It was the least he could do. He wasn’t so concerned for his coins- but he knew that she probably needed her purse a lot more. “Let’s go!” He said, before lurching forward to go after the thief, and tried to drag the traveler along with him.
“Living stories?” Thaddeus was confused by her words, and he narrowed his eyes. How would stories be living? While he could understand most of what she was saying, sometimes things just didn’t come across perfectly. “Do you mean stories about people who are still alive?” That would make more sense. Though sometimes all stories needed to be told, no matter if the lead subject had passed. He did have a lot more questions too, curious about her life and about Callidora in general. Her experiences were so drastically different than his. He listened as she spoke, and leaned forward so that he could hear every word. “Wow, sounds a little wild!” He commented, thinking about how busy she must really be at sea. “Do men really go mad?” He wondered how many sins happened on a ship. He figured probably a lot of them. What would keep them in check with water all around them? He wondered if they prayed a lot- he knew that praying would probably help the madness of it. "Do you pray on the ship?"
His focus was all on Callidora, and he didn’t even notice the people who started to rob them, He didn’t even feel anyone close enough to do such a thing! But it was only when Callidora’s demeanor changed when Thad knew something was wrong and started to glance around. She spoke in greek and Thaddeus couldn’t understand a word, and his expression changed to fear. He wasn’t sure what had happened. He noticed that his new friend’s purse was missing, and Thaddeus grabbed his own coins that were on him only to find it not being there either. Yahweh, have mercy! “Gone!” He confirmed and spun around as she pointed to the perpetrator. There he was! He nodded when she asked if he had been stolen from as well. “He stole my coins!” His eyes burned angry, cursing himself in his head to lose focus. Judea was fairly safe, but the poor tended to become desperate and turned to sin. “We must get to the sinner.” He said, before reaching for her hand. “Come with me, I will help you.” It was the least he could do. He wasn’t so concerned for his coins- but he knew that she probably needed her purse a lot more. “Let’s go!” He said, before lurching forward to go after the thief, and tried to drag the traveler along with him.
Living stories? Do you mean stories about people who are still alive?
Chuckling, Callidora shook her head. How could she explain what she meant in a language she just barely grasped? Telling stories and hearing them told was all well and good, but the feisty woman preferred to be the subject of those stories. She wanted to be the one living out the tales of action and adventure, not simply listen to a bard relaying them.
“Want to be in stories,” she emphasized, hoping that clarified what she meant. “Live exciting things. Go places and bring back stories!” Surely, he would understand now?
Their conversation continued on, Dora smiling at the Judean man’s questions. He really was an inquisitive creature, not that she minded. A deluge of inquiries was far preferable to snobbish hostility, so she was happy to answer. “Yes, men go mad,” she affirmed. “Do crazy things.” Things like stealing, threatening the rest of the crew, hoarding food and water, even injuring others… It seemed like a glamorous life, but just like any other, it had its downsides and hardships.
When he asked if they prayed on the ship, Dora couldn’t help but smile again. Of course they prayed, though she doubted the Jewish noble would like who they prayed to. “We pray,” she affirmed with a nod. “Not way you do, though.” Beyond that, she said little and opted to withhold the details. She didn’t want to chase her new friend off so soon.
Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the intrusion of the young thief, the merchant’s wife gasping in surprise when Thaddeus grabbed her hand and tugged her in the direction in which the child ran off. Surprised laughter tumbled from her lips, though any they passed would see the bewilderment on her face. Amazed they were going after him themselves, but happy to comply, she followed after her companion, hot on the heels of the little bandit.
The urchin ducked around the next corner out of sight of Callidora and Thaddeus, the Grecian woman whipping her head back and forth as she sought their quarry. “Where could he have gone?” was her exasperated question, uttered in Greek while her fists rested on her hips in frustration. At this point, there were only two paths he could have taken, but luckily there were two of them.
“Should separate,” Dora suggested to her companion, gesturing between them before pointing one direction, then the other. “Better chance of catching thief.”
They didn’t really have time for her to wait for his compliance, especially seeing how the child was smaller and faster than the both of them. “I go this way!” she announced with a wave, running off down the left path. Pointing the other way, she shouted behind her, “Follow! We catch faster like this!”
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Living stories? Do you mean stories about people who are still alive?
Chuckling, Callidora shook her head. How could she explain what she meant in a language she just barely grasped? Telling stories and hearing them told was all well and good, but the feisty woman preferred to be the subject of those stories. She wanted to be the one living out the tales of action and adventure, not simply listen to a bard relaying them.
“Want to be in stories,” she emphasized, hoping that clarified what she meant. “Live exciting things. Go places and bring back stories!” Surely, he would understand now?
Their conversation continued on, Dora smiling at the Judean man’s questions. He really was an inquisitive creature, not that she minded. A deluge of inquiries was far preferable to snobbish hostility, so she was happy to answer. “Yes, men go mad,” she affirmed. “Do crazy things.” Things like stealing, threatening the rest of the crew, hoarding food and water, even injuring others… It seemed like a glamorous life, but just like any other, it had its downsides and hardships.
When he asked if they prayed on the ship, Dora couldn’t help but smile again. Of course they prayed, though she doubted the Jewish noble would like who they prayed to. “We pray,” she affirmed with a nod. “Not way you do, though.” Beyond that, she said little and opted to withhold the details. She didn’t want to chase her new friend off so soon.
Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the intrusion of the young thief, the merchant’s wife gasping in surprise when Thaddeus grabbed her hand and tugged her in the direction in which the child ran off. Surprised laughter tumbled from her lips, though any they passed would see the bewilderment on her face. Amazed they were going after him themselves, but happy to comply, she followed after her companion, hot on the heels of the little bandit.
The urchin ducked around the next corner out of sight of Callidora and Thaddeus, the Grecian woman whipping her head back and forth as she sought their quarry. “Where could he have gone?” was her exasperated question, uttered in Greek while her fists rested on her hips in frustration. At this point, there were only two paths he could have taken, but luckily there were two of them.
“Should separate,” Dora suggested to her companion, gesturing between them before pointing one direction, then the other. “Better chance of catching thief.”
They didn’t really have time for her to wait for his compliance, especially seeing how the child was smaller and faster than the both of them. “I go this way!” she announced with a wave, running off down the left path. Pointing the other way, she shouted behind her, “Follow! We catch faster like this!”
Living stories? Do you mean stories about people who are still alive?
Chuckling, Callidora shook her head. How could she explain what she meant in a language she just barely grasped? Telling stories and hearing them told was all well and good, but the feisty woman preferred to be the subject of those stories. She wanted to be the one living out the tales of action and adventure, not simply listen to a bard relaying them.
“Want to be in stories,” she emphasized, hoping that clarified what she meant. “Live exciting things. Go places and bring back stories!” Surely, he would understand now?
Their conversation continued on, Dora smiling at the Judean man’s questions. He really was an inquisitive creature, not that she minded. A deluge of inquiries was far preferable to snobbish hostility, so she was happy to answer. “Yes, men go mad,” she affirmed. “Do crazy things.” Things like stealing, threatening the rest of the crew, hoarding food and water, even injuring others… It seemed like a glamorous life, but just like any other, it had its downsides and hardships.
When he asked if they prayed on the ship, Dora couldn’t help but smile again. Of course they prayed, though she doubted the Jewish noble would like who they prayed to. “We pray,” she affirmed with a nod. “Not way you do, though.” Beyond that, she said little and opted to withhold the details. She didn’t want to chase her new friend off so soon.
Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the intrusion of the young thief, the merchant’s wife gasping in surprise when Thaddeus grabbed her hand and tugged her in the direction in which the child ran off. Surprised laughter tumbled from her lips, though any they passed would see the bewilderment on her face. Amazed they were going after him themselves, but happy to comply, she followed after her companion, hot on the heels of the little bandit.
The urchin ducked around the next corner out of sight of Callidora and Thaddeus, the Grecian woman whipping her head back and forth as she sought their quarry. “Where could he have gone?” was her exasperated question, uttered in Greek while her fists rested on her hips in frustration. At this point, there were only two paths he could have taken, but luckily there were two of them.
“Should separate,” Dora suggested to her companion, gesturing between them before pointing one direction, then the other. “Better chance of catching thief.”
They didn’t really have time for her to wait for his compliance, especially seeing how the child was smaller and faster than the both of them. “I go this way!” she announced with a wave, running off down the left path. Pointing the other way, she shouted behind her, “Follow! We catch faster like this!”
Thaddeus nodded his head back and grinned as he finally understood what Callidora was saying. “Oh, in stories.” He paused a moment, before shaking his head. “Sounds dangerous. I think I will stay safe and listen to stories.” He wasn’t about to risk his life… willingly. He had never really gone out of his comfort zone either and wasn’t too keen to do that now. He blinked at her when she confirmed that men did go crazy and that just made him more curious. “What kind of crazy things?” His question was innocent and genuine. What was there to do on a ship anyways that you could go crazy with? Of course, he had seen people do crazy things before- and they got punished harshly. But he knew ship life must not be the same. He then started thinking about Yahweh, and was convinced that He would help sailors on their journeys. Praying would help the madness. He narrowed his eyes at Callidora’s question. “You pray to Yahweh, right?” Thaddeus wouldn’t understand anything else. Yahweh was everything because He fixed everything.
He hadn’t expected for the traveler to be robbed, nor did he expect to be robbed from as well. Judea was fairly safe, but among the streets, well… there were sinners all around. He stood wide eyes towards her, before looking around this way and that. Thaddeus was more concerned about her stuff than his, though it would be nice to get everything back. He tried to drag the traveler with him as the man rushed after the sinner, but had to stop when the other disappeared suddenly. They were stuck in the middle of two paths. He looked over at Dora as she spoke greek, and Thaddeus huffed in confusion and frustration. “Sorry, what?” He couldn’t understand any of her words, and it just made him feel a little bit more panicked. It just reiterated the fact that he didn’t know Callidora- what if she was a sinner too? He had no idea whether she was or not. He listened to her next words about separating and nodded his head. It seemed reasonable, it wasn’t like they had any other choice. They had no clue which way to go. At least there was only one sinner and two of them.
“We need to catch the sinner, however we can.” Thaddeus agreed. He watched Callidora and nodded his head towards her to make sure she knew he was in an agreement to their plan. He saw her going in one direction, and he lurched forward in the other. “Yes!” He called after her, running down the right path. He ran as fast as he could, trying to make a plan for when he saw the sinner. Would Callidora be able to help him, or would he be on his own? He continued running, for what seemed like an eternity. All of his focus was on catching the sinner.
He saw a familiar figure, and Thaddeus slowed his movement. The sinner hadn’t seen him yet. He then ran up, and shoved the sinner. A cry came from the other as he collapsed at Thaddeus feet and son of Tzephaniah pointed at the person who had robbed him. The robber yelped and clutched his shoulder on the cold dirt as if he was in pain. “Give me back all the stuff you stole, sinner!” He commanded the other. Thaddeus frowned deeply and wondered where Callidora was.
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Thaddeus nodded his head back and grinned as he finally understood what Callidora was saying. “Oh, in stories.” He paused a moment, before shaking his head. “Sounds dangerous. I think I will stay safe and listen to stories.” He wasn’t about to risk his life… willingly. He had never really gone out of his comfort zone either and wasn’t too keen to do that now. He blinked at her when she confirmed that men did go crazy and that just made him more curious. “What kind of crazy things?” His question was innocent and genuine. What was there to do on a ship anyways that you could go crazy with? Of course, he had seen people do crazy things before- and they got punished harshly. But he knew ship life must not be the same. He then started thinking about Yahweh, and was convinced that He would help sailors on their journeys. Praying would help the madness. He narrowed his eyes at Callidora’s question. “You pray to Yahweh, right?” Thaddeus wouldn’t understand anything else. Yahweh was everything because He fixed everything.
He hadn’t expected for the traveler to be robbed, nor did he expect to be robbed from as well. Judea was fairly safe, but among the streets, well… there were sinners all around. He stood wide eyes towards her, before looking around this way and that. Thaddeus was more concerned about her stuff than his, though it would be nice to get everything back. He tried to drag the traveler with him as the man rushed after the sinner, but had to stop when the other disappeared suddenly. They were stuck in the middle of two paths. He looked over at Dora as she spoke greek, and Thaddeus huffed in confusion and frustration. “Sorry, what?” He couldn’t understand any of her words, and it just made him feel a little bit more panicked. It just reiterated the fact that he didn’t know Callidora- what if she was a sinner too? He had no idea whether she was or not. He listened to her next words about separating and nodded his head. It seemed reasonable, it wasn’t like they had any other choice. They had no clue which way to go. At least there was only one sinner and two of them.
“We need to catch the sinner, however we can.” Thaddeus agreed. He watched Callidora and nodded his head towards her to make sure she knew he was in an agreement to their plan. He saw her going in one direction, and he lurched forward in the other. “Yes!” He called after her, running down the right path. He ran as fast as he could, trying to make a plan for when he saw the sinner. Would Callidora be able to help him, or would he be on his own? He continued running, for what seemed like an eternity. All of his focus was on catching the sinner.
He saw a familiar figure, and Thaddeus slowed his movement. The sinner hadn’t seen him yet. He then ran up, and shoved the sinner. A cry came from the other as he collapsed at Thaddeus feet and son of Tzephaniah pointed at the person who had robbed him. The robber yelped and clutched his shoulder on the cold dirt as if he was in pain. “Give me back all the stuff you stole, sinner!” He commanded the other. Thaddeus frowned deeply and wondered where Callidora was.
Thaddeus nodded his head back and grinned as he finally understood what Callidora was saying. “Oh, in stories.” He paused a moment, before shaking his head. “Sounds dangerous. I think I will stay safe and listen to stories.” He wasn’t about to risk his life… willingly. He had never really gone out of his comfort zone either and wasn’t too keen to do that now. He blinked at her when she confirmed that men did go crazy and that just made him more curious. “What kind of crazy things?” His question was innocent and genuine. What was there to do on a ship anyways that you could go crazy with? Of course, he had seen people do crazy things before- and they got punished harshly. But he knew ship life must not be the same. He then started thinking about Yahweh, and was convinced that He would help sailors on their journeys. Praying would help the madness. He narrowed his eyes at Callidora’s question. “You pray to Yahweh, right?” Thaddeus wouldn’t understand anything else. Yahweh was everything because He fixed everything.
He hadn’t expected for the traveler to be robbed, nor did he expect to be robbed from as well. Judea was fairly safe, but among the streets, well… there were sinners all around. He stood wide eyes towards her, before looking around this way and that. Thaddeus was more concerned about her stuff than his, though it would be nice to get everything back. He tried to drag the traveler with him as the man rushed after the sinner, but had to stop when the other disappeared suddenly. They were stuck in the middle of two paths. He looked over at Dora as she spoke greek, and Thaddeus huffed in confusion and frustration. “Sorry, what?” He couldn’t understand any of her words, and it just made him feel a little bit more panicked. It just reiterated the fact that he didn’t know Callidora- what if she was a sinner too? He had no idea whether she was or not. He listened to her next words about separating and nodded his head. It seemed reasonable, it wasn’t like they had any other choice. They had no clue which way to go. At least there was only one sinner and two of them.
“We need to catch the sinner, however we can.” Thaddeus agreed. He watched Callidora and nodded his head towards her to make sure she knew he was in an agreement to their plan. He saw her going in one direction, and he lurched forward in the other. “Yes!” He called after her, running down the right path. He ran as fast as he could, trying to make a plan for when he saw the sinner. Would Callidora be able to help him, or would he be on his own? He continued running, for what seemed like an eternity. All of his focus was on catching the sinner.
He saw a familiar figure, and Thaddeus slowed his movement. The sinner hadn’t seen him yet. He then ran up, and shoved the sinner. A cry came from the other as he collapsed at Thaddeus feet and son of Tzephaniah pointed at the person who had robbed him. The robber yelped and clutched his shoulder on the cold dirt as if he was in pain. “Give me back all the stuff you stole, sinner!” He commanded the other. Thaddeus frowned deeply and wondered where Callidora was.
This time, Callidora was glad the little thief cut off the Judean man’s questioning, for they weren’t answers she was really willing to give. No, of course she didn’t worship Yahweh, but she had a feeling that was something her new friend would not understand. In her travels to Judea, she had noticed a remarkable amount of hostility to those of other faiths, if they even understood the concept of other gods at all. To her, it bordered on insanity to worship only one god, for how could there be only one? Did their god manage the sun, the moon, the seas, love, death, marriage, war, wisdom, the harvest, and so much more all by himself? How was that even possible? Even the mighty Zeus, king of the Greek pantheon, held his own province. Did Yahweh not… delegate?
Of course, these were things to think about another time; their unexpected bandit was a far more pressing concern right now. Splitting off from Thaddeus, Callidora ran and ran, but could find no sign of the dirty little urchin who ran off with her stock. All she did find were locals giving her odd looks to which she responded with a sheepish smile. She supposed it was a rather strange sight to see a foreign woman running after nothing, especially with no one chasing her. Ah, well. Perhaps her companion had been more successful.
Sighing heavily and accepting the boy had escaped her clutches, she started trotting back the way she came. Glancing around for Thaddeus, she went off in the direction she had sent him, at last finding him with the kid on the ground in front of him. Apparently, he had been more successful, and Dora grinned in triumph. At least she wouldn’t have to head back to Caleb’s shop empty-handed!
Her companion was shouting at the boy to give back what he stole while the child glared back at him with a sullen expression. He clearly wasn’t going to do that willingly, and Callidora sighed in frustration. Of course he wouldn’t. After going through all that trouble to get it in the first place, why would he?
“Let me try,” Dora said to Thaddeus, kneeling in the dirt next to the thief. In her experience, children so young only stole because they had to, and perhaps if she offered something he actually needed, he would be more willing to listen to reason.
“Am Dora,” she introduced herself to the boy, who looked at her with a deep mistrust. Clutching the fabric closer to his chest, he scooted back from her as if he meant to jump up and run again. The merchant’s wife was quick to grab his ankle at this sign of flight, preventing him from getting very far. “No leave yet,” she said with a shake of her head. “You stole. We need back.”
The boy shook his head fiercely, spitting at her. She managed to dodge the globule, sighing heavily. “Don’t want trouble. You young, and will get locked up. Is no good. If I promise food, you give back what you took?”
The mistrust on his face was even stronger, clearly sure this was some sort of ruse. “Look,” she said, rifling through the bag she carried until she found a hard roll stuffed with fig. She held it out to him, and he quickly snatched it, stuffing half of the bread in his mouth at once. “See? Have more if you give back. Will give you and whole family dinner. But need my things. Cannot afford dinner without them.”
The child seemed to consider, but still he held back, clutching his pilfered goods even tighter. “No tricks,” she promised, her smile still open and friendly. “Promise. What you say?”
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This time, Callidora was glad the little thief cut off the Judean man’s questioning, for they weren’t answers she was really willing to give. No, of course she didn’t worship Yahweh, but she had a feeling that was something her new friend would not understand. In her travels to Judea, she had noticed a remarkable amount of hostility to those of other faiths, if they even understood the concept of other gods at all. To her, it bordered on insanity to worship only one god, for how could there be only one? Did their god manage the sun, the moon, the seas, love, death, marriage, war, wisdom, the harvest, and so much more all by himself? How was that even possible? Even the mighty Zeus, king of the Greek pantheon, held his own province. Did Yahweh not… delegate?
Of course, these were things to think about another time; their unexpected bandit was a far more pressing concern right now. Splitting off from Thaddeus, Callidora ran and ran, but could find no sign of the dirty little urchin who ran off with her stock. All she did find were locals giving her odd looks to which she responded with a sheepish smile. She supposed it was a rather strange sight to see a foreign woman running after nothing, especially with no one chasing her. Ah, well. Perhaps her companion had been more successful.
Sighing heavily and accepting the boy had escaped her clutches, she started trotting back the way she came. Glancing around for Thaddeus, she went off in the direction she had sent him, at last finding him with the kid on the ground in front of him. Apparently, he had been more successful, and Dora grinned in triumph. At least she wouldn’t have to head back to Caleb’s shop empty-handed!
Her companion was shouting at the boy to give back what he stole while the child glared back at him with a sullen expression. He clearly wasn’t going to do that willingly, and Callidora sighed in frustration. Of course he wouldn’t. After going through all that trouble to get it in the first place, why would he?
“Let me try,” Dora said to Thaddeus, kneeling in the dirt next to the thief. In her experience, children so young only stole because they had to, and perhaps if she offered something he actually needed, he would be more willing to listen to reason.
“Am Dora,” she introduced herself to the boy, who looked at her with a deep mistrust. Clutching the fabric closer to his chest, he scooted back from her as if he meant to jump up and run again. The merchant’s wife was quick to grab his ankle at this sign of flight, preventing him from getting very far. “No leave yet,” she said with a shake of her head. “You stole. We need back.”
The boy shook his head fiercely, spitting at her. She managed to dodge the globule, sighing heavily. “Don’t want trouble. You young, and will get locked up. Is no good. If I promise food, you give back what you took?”
The mistrust on his face was even stronger, clearly sure this was some sort of ruse. “Look,” she said, rifling through the bag she carried until she found a hard roll stuffed with fig. She held it out to him, and he quickly snatched it, stuffing half of the bread in his mouth at once. “See? Have more if you give back. Will give you and whole family dinner. But need my things. Cannot afford dinner without them.”
The child seemed to consider, but still he held back, clutching his pilfered goods even tighter. “No tricks,” she promised, her smile still open and friendly. “Promise. What you say?”
This time, Callidora was glad the little thief cut off the Judean man’s questioning, for they weren’t answers she was really willing to give. No, of course she didn’t worship Yahweh, but she had a feeling that was something her new friend would not understand. In her travels to Judea, she had noticed a remarkable amount of hostility to those of other faiths, if they even understood the concept of other gods at all. To her, it bordered on insanity to worship only one god, for how could there be only one? Did their god manage the sun, the moon, the seas, love, death, marriage, war, wisdom, the harvest, and so much more all by himself? How was that even possible? Even the mighty Zeus, king of the Greek pantheon, held his own province. Did Yahweh not… delegate?
Of course, these were things to think about another time; their unexpected bandit was a far more pressing concern right now. Splitting off from Thaddeus, Callidora ran and ran, but could find no sign of the dirty little urchin who ran off with her stock. All she did find were locals giving her odd looks to which she responded with a sheepish smile. She supposed it was a rather strange sight to see a foreign woman running after nothing, especially with no one chasing her. Ah, well. Perhaps her companion had been more successful.
Sighing heavily and accepting the boy had escaped her clutches, she started trotting back the way she came. Glancing around for Thaddeus, she went off in the direction she had sent him, at last finding him with the kid on the ground in front of him. Apparently, he had been more successful, and Dora grinned in triumph. At least she wouldn’t have to head back to Caleb’s shop empty-handed!
Her companion was shouting at the boy to give back what he stole while the child glared back at him with a sullen expression. He clearly wasn’t going to do that willingly, and Callidora sighed in frustration. Of course he wouldn’t. After going through all that trouble to get it in the first place, why would he?
“Let me try,” Dora said to Thaddeus, kneeling in the dirt next to the thief. In her experience, children so young only stole because they had to, and perhaps if she offered something he actually needed, he would be more willing to listen to reason.
“Am Dora,” she introduced herself to the boy, who looked at her with a deep mistrust. Clutching the fabric closer to his chest, he scooted back from her as if he meant to jump up and run again. The merchant’s wife was quick to grab his ankle at this sign of flight, preventing him from getting very far. “No leave yet,” she said with a shake of her head. “You stole. We need back.”
The boy shook his head fiercely, spitting at her. She managed to dodge the globule, sighing heavily. “Don’t want trouble. You young, and will get locked up. Is no good. If I promise food, you give back what you took?”
The mistrust on his face was even stronger, clearly sure this was some sort of ruse. “Look,” she said, rifling through the bag she carried until she found a hard roll stuffed with fig. She held it out to him, and he quickly snatched it, stuffing half of the bread in his mouth at once. “See? Have more if you give back. Will give you and whole family dinner. But need my things. Cannot afford dinner without them.”
The child seemed to consider, but still he held back, clutching his pilfered goods even tighter. “No tricks,” she promised, her smile still open and friendly. “Promise. What you say?”