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In Sickness and in Health Provincial Story - Judea
The outskirts of the city of Judah have been suffering the last few weeks. With a horrendous cough that leaves reddish blotches on the skin passing through the lower class sectors of the city, pop up healing rooms and tents have been set up in order to comfort the suffering and protect the healthy. It's just Judah's luck that a livestock market - for everything from rats, to dogs, to horses - is being held this week in the lower market. The excess of animal waste and parasites only lead to spur the illness on and many - human and animal - are suffering, whilst the nobility try to lend aid.
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In Sickness and in Health Provincial Story - Judea
The outskirts of the city of Judah have been suffering the last few weeks. With a horrendous cough that leaves reddish blotches on the skin passing through the lower class sectors of the city, pop up healing rooms and tents have been set up in order to comfort the suffering and protect the healthy. It's just Judah's luck that a livestock market - for everything from rats, to dogs, to horses - is being held this week in the lower market. The excess of animal waste and parasites only lead to spur the illness on and many - human and animal - are suffering, whilst the nobility try to lend aid.
In Sickness and in Health Provincial Story - Judea
The outskirts of the city of Judah have been suffering the last few weeks. With a horrendous cough that leaves reddish blotches on the skin passing through the lower class sectors of the city, pop up healing rooms and tents have been set up in order to comfort the suffering and protect the healthy. It's just Judah's luck that a livestock market - for everything from rats, to dogs, to horses - is being held this week in the lower market. The excess of animal waste and parasites only lead to spur the illness on and many - human and animal - are suffering, whilst the nobility try to lend aid.
For Maeri this had been a very long and boring week. With sickness spreading throughout the city, she had been told that she had to remain strictly at home. Her mother and her aunt had both been out trying to help arrange for aid for the victims of the plague that was spreading throughout the city. This had left her and her two sisters home alone with nowhere to go for entertainment. Nedevah had arranged for them to clean the house from top to bottom, and Maeri and Talora had helped as much as they could. It was boring, but it would help keep the plague away if everything was properly cleaned. After accidentally knocking half the jar of flour into the bucket of wash water, Maeri had been relegated to sweeping the floor, and she had quickly grown bored and wandered off to find Rayla to play with.
But when she found Rayla, the normally exuberant dog was curled up outside, and only lifted its head as Maeri went out to pet the dog. But what scared Maeri the most, was a small pile of vomit sitting nearby. Maeri immediately jumped to the worst conclusion. She had heard plenty of news about how the plague was not only affecting people but also animals, and from everything she could see, it was clear that Rayla had also gotten the plague. Maeri knew that she had to do something immediately if her poor puppy was to be saved.
Maeri scooped the dog up in her arms and headed out into the city in the hopes of finding someone who might be able to help her poor, sick dog. She didn’t bother to tell her sisters that she was leaving. She knew they would only tell her it was too dangerous for her to go out into the city. They didn’t know how urgent it was that Rayla see someone who could help cure her. As she wandered into the city, she found herself reflexively making her way towards the markets. The dog in her arms, normally a wriggly ball of fluff, was much calmer than normal, which only worried Maeri further. Maeri knew that someone in the markets had to be able to tell her where she could find someone who might know how to treat a sick dog. They had to. Maeri didn’t know what she would do if Rayla had the plague.
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For Maeri this had been a very long and boring week. With sickness spreading throughout the city, she had been told that she had to remain strictly at home. Her mother and her aunt had both been out trying to help arrange for aid for the victims of the plague that was spreading throughout the city. This had left her and her two sisters home alone with nowhere to go for entertainment. Nedevah had arranged for them to clean the house from top to bottom, and Maeri and Talora had helped as much as they could. It was boring, but it would help keep the plague away if everything was properly cleaned. After accidentally knocking half the jar of flour into the bucket of wash water, Maeri had been relegated to sweeping the floor, and she had quickly grown bored and wandered off to find Rayla to play with.
But when she found Rayla, the normally exuberant dog was curled up outside, and only lifted its head as Maeri went out to pet the dog. But what scared Maeri the most, was a small pile of vomit sitting nearby. Maeri immediately jumped to the worst conclusion. She had heard plenty of news about how the plague was not only affecting people but also animals, and from everything she could see, it was clear that Rayla had also gotten the plague. Maeri knew that she had to do something immediately if her poor puppy was to be saved.
Maeri scooped the dog up in her arms and headed out into the city in the hopes of finding someone who might be able to help her poor, sick dog. She didn’t bother to tell her sisters that she was leaving. She knew they would only tell her it was too dangerous for her to go out into the city. They didn’t know how urgent it was that Rayla see someone who could help cure her. As she wandered into the city, she found herself reflexively making her way towards the markets. The dog in her arms, normally a wriggly ball of fluff, was much calmer than normal, which only worried Maeri further. Maeri knew that someone in the markets had to be able to tell her where she could find someone who might know how to treat a sick dog. They had to. Maeri didn’t know what she would do if Rayla had the plague.
For Maeri this had been a very long and boring week. With sickness spreading throughout the city, she had been told that she had to remain strictly at home. Her mother and her aunt had both been out trying to help arrange for aid for the victims of the plague that was spreading throughout the city. This had left her and her two sisters home alone with nowhere to go for entertainment. Nedevah had arranged for them to clean the house from top to bottom, and Maeri and Talora had helped as much as they could. It was boring, but it would help keep the plague away if everything was properly cleaned. After accidentally knocking half the jar of flour into the bucket of wash water, Maeri had been relegated to sweeping the floor, and she had quickly grown bored and wandered off to find Rayla to play with.
But when she found Rayla, the normally exuberant dog was curled up outside, and only lifted its head as Maeri went out to pet the dog. But what scared Maeri the most, was a small pile of vomit sitting nearby. Maeri immediately jumped to the worst conclusion. She had heard plenty of news about how the plague was not only affecting people but also animals, and from everything she could see, it was clear that Rayla had also gotten the plague. Maeri knew that she had to do something immediately if her poor puppy was to be saved.
Maeri scooped the dog up in her arms and headed out into the city in the hopes of finding someone who might be able to help her poor, sick dog. She didn’t bother to tell her sisters that she was leaving. She knew they would only tell her it was too dangerous for her to go out into the city. They didn’t know how urgent it was that Rayla see someone who could help cure her. As she wandered into the city, she found herself reflexively making her way towards the markets. The dog in her arms, normally a wriggly ball of fluff, was much calmer than normal, which only worried Maeri further. Maeri knew that someone in the markets had to be able to tell her where she could find someone who might know how to treat a sick dog. They had to. Maeri didn’t know what she would do if Rayla had the plague.
Working as the servant girl of the home and family to one of the council of elders meant that while Gwyneth rarely had time to herself, she often found herself the errand girl when it was necessary to see to the needs of the Jaffe Mahneeg family members. Being new, it was no surprise that she ended up being the one people called on for most of the menial tasks - but Gwyneth would perform it all with little complaint. For one, she had a father who was ailing both of mind and body, and she needed the coin she would earn here to ensure her father got what he needed to live at least a somewhat comfortable life.
And for another, she needed this position.
Ever since the day of her sister's public execution, Gwyneth had been curious about the crime which Ayala had supposedly been punished of. She had never known her sister to be a thief, and for such an accusation to accompany her sister on her return to Yahweh, was an accusation that Gwyneth could not sit quietly on. But what clout did she have against the most powerful council of elders?
Left with little to no choice, Gwyneth had sought out a position in the house, the exact position her sister's death had vacated, and on this occasion, accompanied the family to Judah as they attended the monthly meeting of the council. The largest city in all of Judea, this was the first time Gwyneth had actually ventured out of Damascus, having been sent to procure grains and legumes so a proper dinner could be made for the night, along with a basket of food for the journey on the morrow to return to Damascus.
The servant in charge of training her however, had been distracted with the sights and sounds of the large sprawling capital, and Gwyneth's instructions had been just a brief short one, and the next thing she knew, her supposed 'instructor' had gone missing in the crowds of the Great Square, leaving her looking quite the lost lamb. Her eyes took in the busy and dense population in the area, a far cry from the quiet, secluded atmosphere Gwyneth had long gotten used to back at home.
She gulped.
To make matters worst, the people seemed a lot more worst for wear as she picked her way among the dense but slow-moving crowd. Holding her white, sheer scarf over her head closer to her chest, Gwyneth's one hand held a basket whilst the other picked up the edges of her burlap brown dress, her brows knitted together as she studied the reddish blotches on the skin of a few passing by, and the many tents that littered the area. What had been going on? Her ears heard bits and pieces of a sickness, but what exactly was the sickness, Gwyneth could not be entirely sure.
Biting her bottom lip as worry grew, the girl instinctively held her sheer scarf over her mouth and nose, her head bent as she began picking he rway across the square. She just had to find her way to the market, pick up the necessary items as she had been instructed, and make her way back to the Jaffe Mahneeg place. Only one more day in Judah before they returned to Damascus. She could do that.
What Gwyneth did not realize, or was beginning to realize belatedly of course, that with her eyes trained on the ground as she hurriedly try to make her way across, she would be less alert to those surrounding her, and the next thing she knew, Gwyneth almost bowled someone over. The bronzed-skin girl stumbled backwards herself, her basket flying out of her grip and her headscarf dropping to fall around her shoulders, before she looked up with a swallowed gasp, and an aplogy flew out.
"I'm so sorry! I was not looking where I was going." the girl gasped, hurrying forward to help the other one balance out. "I hope I have not harmed you or... aw, your puppy is adorable. Is she asleep?"
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Working as the servant girl of the home and family to one of the council of elders meant that while Gwyneth rarely had time to herself, she often found herself the errand girl when it was necessary to see to the needs of the Jaffe Mahneeg family members. Being new, it was no surprise that she ended up being the one people called on for most of the menial tasks - but Gwyneth would perform it all with little complaint. For one, she had a father who was ailing both of mind and body, and she needed the coin she would earn here to ensure her father got what he needed to live at least a somewhat comfortable life.
And for another, she needed this position.
Ever since the day of her sister's public execution, Gwyneth had been curious about the crime which Ayala had supposedly been punished of. She had never known her sister to be a thief, and for such an accusation to accompany her sister on her return to Yahweh, was an accusation that Gwyneth could not sit quietly on. But what clout did she have against the most powerful council of elders?
Left with little to no choice, Gwyneth had sought out a position in the house, the exact position her sister's death had vacated, and on this occasion, accompanied the family to Judah as they attended the monthly meeting of the council. The largest city in all of Judea, this was the first time Gwyneth had actually ventured out of Damascus, having been sent to procure grains and legumes so a proper dinner could be made for the night, along with a basket of food for the journey on the morrow to return to Damascus.
The servant in charge of training her however, had been distracted with the sights and sounds of the large sprawling capital, and Gwyneth's instructions had been just a brief short one, and the next thing she knew, her supposed 'instructor' had gone missing in the crowds of the Great Square, leaving her looking quite the lost lamb. Her eyes took in the busy and dense population in the area, a far cry from the quiet, secluded atmosphere Gwyneth had long gotten used to back at home.
She gulped.
To make matters worst, the people seemed a lot more worst for wear as she picked her way among the dense but slow-moving crowd. Holding her white, sheer scarf over her head closer to her chest, Gwyneth's one hand held a basket whilst the other picked up the edges of her burlap brown dress, her brows knitted together as she studied the reddish blotches on the skin of a few passing by, and the many tents that littered the area. What had been going on? Her ears heard bits and pieces of a sickness, but what exactly was the sickness, Gwyneth could not be entirely sure.
Biting her bottom lip as worry grew, the girl instinctively held her sheer scarf over her mouth and nose, her head bent as she began picking he rway across the square. She just had to find her way to the market, pick up the necessary items as she had been instructed, and make her way back to the Jaffe Mahneeg place. Only one more day in Judah before they returned to Damascus. She could do that.
What Gwyneth did not realize, or was beginning to realize belatedly of course, that with her eyes trained on the ground as she hurriedly try to make her way across, she would be less alert to those surrounding her, and the next thing she knew, Gwyneth almost bowled someone over. The bronzed-skin girl stumbled backwards herself, her basket flying out of her grip and her headscarf dropping to fall around her shoulders, before she looked up with a swallowed gasp, and an aplogy flew out.
"I'm so sorry! I was not looking where I was going." the girl gasped, hurrying forward to help the other one balance out. "I hope I have not harmed you or... aw, your puppy is adorable. Is she asleep?"
Working as the servant girl of the home and family to one of the council of elders meant that while Gwyneth rarely had time to herself, she often found herself the errand girl when it was necessary to see to the needs of the Jaffe Mahneeg family members. Being new, it was no surprise that she ended up being the one people called on for most of the menial tasks - but Gwyneth would perform it all with little complaint. For one, she had a father who was ailing both of mind and body, and she needed the coin she would earn here to ensure her father got what he needed to live at least a somewhat comfortable life.
And for another, she needed this position.
Ever since the day of her sister's public execution, Gwyneth had been curious about the crime which Ayala had supposedly been punished of. She had never known her sister to be a thief, and for such an accusation to accompany her sister on her return to Yahweh, was an accusation that Gwyneth could not sit quietly on. But what clout did she have against the most powerful council of elders?
Left with little to no choice, Gwyneth had sought out a position in the house, the exact position her sister's death had vacated, and on this occasion, accompanied the family to Judah as they attended the monthly meeting of the council. The largest city in all of Judea, this was the first time Gwyneth had actually ventured out of Damascus, having been sent to procure grains and legumes so a proper dinner could be made for the night, along with a basket of food for the journey on the morrow to return to Damascus.
The servant in charge of training her however, had been distracted with the sights and sounds of the large sprawling capital, and Gwyneth's instructions had been just a brief short one, and the next thing she knew, her supposed 'instructor' had gone missing in the crowds of the Great Square, leaving her looking quite the lost lamb. Her eyes took in the busy and dense population in the area, a far cry from the quiet, secluded atmosphere Gwyneth had long gotten used to back at home.
She gulped.
To make matters worst, the people seemed a lot more worst for wear as she picked her way among the dense but slow-moving crowd. Holding her white, sheer scarf over her head closer to her chest, Gwyneth's one hand held a basket whilst the other picked up the edges of her burlap brown dress, her brows knitted together as she studied the reddish blotches on the skin of a few passing by, and the many tents that littered the area. What had been going on? Her ears heard bits and pieces of a sickness, but what exactly was the sickness, Gwyneth could not be entirely sure.
Biting her bottom lip as worry grew, the girl instinctively held her sheer scarf over her mouth and nose, her head bent as she began picking he rway across the square. She just had to find her way to the market, pick up the necessary items as she had been instructed, and make her way back to the Jaffe Mahneeg place. Only one more day in Judah before they returned to Damascus. She could do that.
What Gwyneth did not realize, or was beginning to realize belatedly of course, that with her eyes trained on the ground as she hurriedly try to make her way across, she would be less alert to those surrounding her, and the next thing she knew, Gwyneth almost bowled someone over. The bronzed-skin girl stumbled backwards herself, her basket flying out of her grip and her headscarf dropping to fall around her shoulders, before she looked up with a swallowed gasp, and an aplogy flew out.
"I'm so sorry! I was not looking where I was going." the girl gasped, hurrying forward to help the other one balance out. "I hope I have not harmed you or... aw, your puppy is adorable. Is she asleep?"
Maeri was still frantically looking for someone who might be able to help her with her dog when suddenly someone had collided into her, nearly knocking the puppy from her arms. It didn’t seem to disturb the dog, which Maeri found even more worrying, and she hugged the dog tighter. Only then did she look up to see the woman who had run into her. Maeri was too distracted by worry at her dog to consider either getting upset with the woman or to attempt to reassure her about running into her. Maeri was sure that she hadn’t seen this woman around before but at the moment than didn’t matter. She was the person who was in front of her and not only that, but she seemed interested in her dog.
Maeri looked down at Rayla in her arms. The dog had taken a lazy interest in what was going on, its eyes tracking Gwyneth and vaguely sniffing in her direction, trying to figure out if this new person was friend or foe. “This is Rayla,” Maeri replied to the woman, concern and worry about the dog obvious in her face. “She’s sick and I need to find someone to help her. I don’t want her to have the plague. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to her.” Maeri spoke quickly, her concern for her poor puppy escalating as the words tumbled out of her mouth. Despite her best efforts, tears began to form in her eyes, but she managed to blink them away before they spilled over. “Do you know where I could find someone who can help her? Or...can you help her?” Maeri had no idea if this woman might have any knowledge that could help her dog, but she was eternally hopeful. It was unlikely, but maybe, just maybe this woman was here for a reason and would be able to help her save her dog.
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Maeri was still frantically looking for someone who might be able to help her with her dog when suddenly someone had collided into her, nearly knocking the puppy from her arms. It didn’t seem to disturb the dog, which Maeri found even more worrying, and she hugged the dog tighter. Only then did she look up to see the woman who had run into her. Maeri was too distracted by worry at her dog to consider either getting upset with the woman or to attempt to reassure her about running into her. Maeri was sure that she hadn’t seen this woman around before but at the moment than didn’t matter. She was the person who was in front of her and not only that, but she seemed interested in her dog.
Maeri looked down at Rayla in her arms. The dog had taken a lazy interest in what was going on, its eyes tracking Gwyneth and vaguely sniffing in her direction, trying to figure out if this new person was friend or foe. “This is Rayla,” Maeri replied to the woman, concern and worry about the dog obvious in her face. “She’s sick and I need to find someone to help her. I don’t want her to have the plague. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to her.” Maeri spoke quickly, her concern for her poor puppy escalating as the words tumbled out of her mouth. Despite her best efforts, tears began to form in her eyes, but she managed to blink them away before they spilled over. “Do you know where I could find someone who can help her? Or...can you help her?” Maeri had no idea if this woman might have any knowledge that could help her dog, but she was eternally hopeful. It was unlikely, but maybe, just maybe this woman was here for a reason and would be able to help her save her dog.
Maeri was still frantically looking for someone who might be able to help her with her dog when suddenly someone had collided into her, nearly knocking the puppy from her arms. It didn’t seem to disturb the dog, which Maeri found even more worrying, and she hugged the dog tighter. Only then did she look up to see the woman who had run into her. Maeri was too distracted by worry at her dog to consider either getting upset with the woman or to attempt to reassure her about running into her. Maeri was sure that she hadn’t seen this woman around before but at the moment than didn’t matter. She was the person who was in front of her and not only that, but she seemed interested in her dog.
Maeri looked down at Rayla in her arms. The dog had taken a lazy interest in what was going on, its eyes tracking Gwyneth and vaguely sniffing in her direction, trying to figure out if this new person was friend or foe. “This is Rayla,” Maeri replied to the woman, concern and worry about the dog obvious in her face. “She’s sick and I need to find someone to help her. I don’t want her to have the plague. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to her.” Maeri spoke quickly, her concern for her poor puppy escalating as the words tumbled out of her mouth. Despite her best efforts, tears began to form in her eyes, but she managed to blink them away before they spilled over. “Do you know where I could find someone who can help her? Or...can you help her?” Maeri had no idea if this woman might have any knowledge that could help her dog, but she was eternally hopeful. It was unlikely, but maybe, just maybe this woman was here for a reason and would be able to help her save her dog.
The woman she had knocked into seemed frantic, or at least that was what it seemed to Gwyneth as she stumbled back and looked properly at the little furry ball that she now carried. Surely, after being jostled that harshly, any animal would be awake should they be in slumber, but even Gwyneth's limited knowledge with animals told her that the lack of activity seemed highly unlikely.
The dog was adorable, but Gwyneth was unequipped for this. Her frown grew as Maeri explained the situation, but being new to Judah and unfamiliar to its places, Gwyneth could only offer a sorry shake of her head as she reached out to gingerly pet the top of the lazy canine's head, curiosity swimming in her eyes.
"This is my first time in Judah, so I must apologize but I do not know of anywhere nor anyone who could be able to help." She bit her lip, still feeling bad at being unable to be of assistance. But surely Yahweh would have a plan? Technically, Gwynet has treated many a human of tiny ailments, for a poor family such as hers could not afford many visits to a physician, nor would they be able to afford expensive fees when it came to buying herbal remedies. Much of what Gwyneth knew was of natural healing methods done at home. "What has happened that has caused you to be in such a worry though? She simply seems to be sleeping."
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The woman she had knocked into seemed frantic, or at least that was what it seemed to Gwyneth as she stumbled back and looked properly at the little furry ball that she now carried. Surely, after being jostled that harshly, any animal would be awake should they be in slumber, but even Gwyneth's limited knowledge with animals told her that the lack of activity seemed highly unlikely.
The dog was adorable, but Gwyneth was unequipped for this. Her frown grew as Maeri explained the situation, but being new to Judah and unfamiliar to its places, Gwyneth could only offer a sorry shake of her head as she reached out to gingerly pet the top of the lazy canine's head, curiosity swimming in her eyes.
"This is my first time in Judah, so I must apologize but I do not know of anywhere nor anyone who could be able to help." She bit her lip, still feeling bad at being unable to be of assistance. But surely Yahweh would have a plan? Technically, Gwynet has treated many a human of tiny ailments, for a poor family such as hers could not afford many visits to a physician, nor would they be able to afford expensive fees when it came to buying herbal remedies. Much of what Gwyneth knew was of natural healing methods done at home. "What has happened that has caused you to be in such a worry though? She simply seems to be sleeping."
The woman she had knocked into seemed frantic, or at least that was what it seemed to Gwyneth as she stumbled back and looked properly at the little furry ball that she now carried. Surely, after being jostled that harshly, any animal would be awake should they be in slumber, but even Gwyneth's limited knowledge with animals told her that the lack of activity seemed highly unlikely.
The dog was adorable, but Gwyneth was unequipped for this. Her frown grew as Maeri explained the situation, but being new to Judah and unfamiliar to its places, Gwyneth could only offer a sorry shake of her head as she reached out to gingerly pet the top of the lazy canine's head, curiosity swimming in her eyes.
"This is my first time in Judah, so I must apologize but I do not know of anywhere nor anyone who could be able to help." She bit her lip, still feeling bad at being unable to be of assistance. But surely Yahweh would have a plan? Technically, Gwynet has treated many a human of tiny ailments, for a poor family such as hers could not afford many visits to a physician, nor would they be able to afford expensive fees when it came to buying herbal remedies. Much of what Gwyneth knew was of natural healing methods done at home. "What has happened that has caused you to be in such a worry though? She simply seems to be sleeping."
Maeri’s face fell as the woman admitted that she didn’t know where Maeri could go to help her poor, sick puppy. If Maeri had been in a better mood, she would have noted the woman’s admission that she had never been in Judah before with excitement instead of sorrow. Maeri loved meeting new people, and the possibility of showing a new friend would have been an exciting prospect. That Maeri thought none of these things was only an indication of how saddened Maeri was by her puppy’s current state, not that this woman knew her well enough to know that. The dog, normally a happy and energetic dog, often found running around and jumping on random strangers, was now laying sleepily in her arms.
As the woman spoke, Rayla lifted her head and sniffed toward the strange woman weakly, before laying its head back down in Maeri’s arms. Something was clearly very wrong, and Maeri couldn’t understand why this woman didn’t understand that.
Maeri began tearing up again as she spoke, trying to convince the woman just how badly off Rayla obviously was. She had hoped the woman would know what to do with her dog and now that hope had been smashed. “She’s never _this_ sleepy,” Maeri emphasized trying to get this woman to understand just how sick Rayla had to be. “She’s usually running around and….” Maeri sniffed. “This morning, she was throwing up and now she just wants to sleep.” Maeri stopped to wipe the tears from her face with the back of her sleeve. “And there’s plague around everywhere. What if she has the plague?” Maeri didn’t know what she would do if something happened to Rayla. She had been such a joy to have around. She didn’t think she could bear it if the little dog was snatched away as only a puppy.
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Maeri’s face fell as the woman admitted that she didn’t know where Maeri could go to help her poor, sick puppy. If Maeri had been in a better mood, she would have noted the woman’s admission that she had never been in Judah before with excitement instead of sorrow. Maeri loved meeting new people, and the possibility of showing a new friend would have been an exciting prospect. That Maeri thought none of these things was only an indication of how saddened Maeri was by her puppy’s current state, not that this woman knew her well enough to know that. The dog, normally a happy and energetic dog, often found running around and jumping on random strangers, was now laying sleepily in her arms.
As the woman spoke, Rayla lifted her head and sniffed toward the strange woman weakly, before laying its head back down in Maeri’s arms. Something was clearly very wrong, and Maeri couldn’t understand why this woman didn’t understand that.
Maeri began tearing up again as she spoke, trying to convince the woman just how badly off Rayla obviously was. She had hoped the woman would know what to do with her dog and now that hope had been smashed. “She’s never _this_ sleepy,” Maeri emphasized trying to get this woman to understand just how sick Rayla had to be. “She’s usually running around and….” Maeri sniffed. “This morning, she was throwing up and now she just wants to sleep.” Maeri stopped to wipe the tears from her face with the back of her sleeve. “And there’s plague around everywhere. What if she has the plague?” Maeri didn’t know what she would do if something happened to Rayla. She had been such a joy to have around. She didn’t think she could bear it if the little dog was snatched away as only a puppy.
Maeri’s face fell as the woman admitted that she didn’t know where Maeri could go to help her poor, sick puppy. If Maeri had been in a better mood, she would have noted the woman’s admission that she had never been in Judah before with excitement instead of sorrow. Maeri loved meeting new people, and the possibility of showing a new friend would have been an exciting prospect. That Maeri thought none of these things was only an indication of how saddened Maeri was by her puppy’s current state, not that this woman knew her well enough to know that. The dog, normally a happy and energetic dog, often found running around and jumping on random strangers, was now laying sleepily in her arms.
As the woman spoke, Rayla lifted her head and sniffed toward the strange woman weakly, before laying its head back down in Maeri’s arms. Something was clearly very wrong, and Maeri couldn’t understand why this woman didn’t understand that.
Maeri began tearing up again as she spoke, trying to convince the woman just how badly off Rayla obviously was. She had hoped the woman would know what to do with her dog and now that hope had been smashed. “She’s never _this_ sleepy,” Maeri emphasized trying to get this woman to understand just how sick Rayla had to be. “She’s usually running around and….” Maeri sniffed. “This morning, she was throwing up and now she just wants to sleep.” Maeri stopped to wipe the tears from her face with the back of her sleeve. “And there’s plague around everywhere. What if she has the plague?” Maeri didn’t know what she would do if something happened to Rayla. She had been such a joy to have around. She didn’t think she could bear it if the little dog was snatched away as only a puppy.
The puppy appeared to still be alive at least, rather then dead, of which Gwyneth's mind had taken a horrid turn. The raising of the canine's head drew a smile to Gwyneth's lips, but when the owner of the pup began tearing, a little part of Gwyneth panicked. She was unequipped to deal with emotions of such. Raised by a pair of parents who dealt with a hard life, and a sister who took life by its horns, Gwyneth did not use tears in any part of her life, and seeing it made her unsure of what to do.
Nodding in earnest, it wasn't that Gwyneth didn't want to help. But she simply did not know how? Should she try, the dark-haired Damascus citizen was afraid she'd simply make matters worst, and that would be no help at all. And a plague? She didn't even know about a plague!
Gwyneth's eyes widened when the woman mention it, and almost immediately her eyes darted around the area, the slight fear beginning to bubble up within her. Of course it'd be just her luck that the first time she ventured out from Damascus with her new employer, they would visit a city that was facing a plague!
Taking a subconscious step backwards, Gwyneth blinked as she tried to search for words appropriate for such a situation. Hard, really. "I... I commiserate for your situation miss, but I really don't know how to help you." There was now a slight strain in her voice, as Gwyneth suddenly felt the intense need to return to the place where the Jaffe Manheeg members were housed in for the duration of this trip. Surely they would know about some plague happening?
"Perhaps you should try other people? I'm sure someone could help you. But I'm afraid I'll have to leave, miss. I wish you all the best." Gwyneth's words were rushed as she backed away a few more steps, before hurrying off to the market so she could quickly purchase what had been instructed of her and then returning to the household.
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The puppy appeared to still be alive at least, rather then dead, of which Gwyneth's mind had taken a horrid turn. The raising of the canine's head drew a smile to Gwyneth's lips, but when the owner of the pup began tearing, a little part of Gwyneth panicked. She was unequipped to deal with emotions of such. Raised by a pair of parents who dealt with a hard life, and a sister who took life by its horns, Gwyneth did not use tears in any part of her life, and seeing it made her unsure of what to do.
Nodding in earnest, it wasn't that Gwyneth didn't want to help. But she simply did not know how? Should she try, the dark-haired Damascus citizen was afraid she'd simply make matters worst, and that would be no help at all. And a plague? She didn't even know about a plague!
Gwyneth's eyes widened when the woman mention it, and almost immediately her eyes darted around the area, the slight fear beginning to bubble up within her. Of course it'd be just her luck that the first time she ventured out from Damascus with her new employer, they would visit a city that was facing a plague!
Taking a subconscious step backwards, Gwyneth blinked as she tried to search for words appropriate for such a situation. Hard, really. "I... I commiserate for your situation miss, but I really don't know how to help you." There was now a slight strain in her voice, as Gwyneth suddenly felt the intense need to return to the place where the Jaffe Manheeg members were housed in for the duration of this trip. Surely they would know about some plague happening?
"Perhaps you should try other people? I'm sure someone could help you. But I'm afraid I'll have to leave, miss. I wish you all the best." Gwyneth's words were rushed as she backed away a few more steps, before hurrying off to the market so she could quickly purchase what had been instructed of her and then returning to the household.
The puppy appeared to still be alive at least, rather then dead, of which Gwyneth's mind had taken a horrid turn. The raising of the canine's head drew a smile to Gwyneth's lips, but when the owner of the pup began tearing, a little part of Gwyneth panicked. She was unequipped to deal with emotions of such. Raised by a pair of parents who dealt with a hard life, and a sister who took life by its horns, Gwyneth did not use tears in any part of her life, and seeing it made her unsure of what to do.
Nodding in earnest, it wasn't that Gwyneth didn't want to help. But she simply did not know how? Should she try, the dark-haired Damascus citizen was afraid she'd simply make matters worst, and that would be no help at all. And a plague? She didn't even know about a plague!
Gwyneth's eyes widened when the woman mention it, and almost immediately her eyes darted around the area, the slight fear beginning to bubble up within her. Of course it'd be just her luck that the first time she ventured out from Damascus with her new employer, they would visit a city that was facing a plague!
Taking a subconscious step backwards, Gwyneth blinked as she tried to search for words appropriate for such a situation. Hard, really. "I... I commiserate for your situation miss, but I really don't know how to help you." There was now a slight strain in her voice, as Gwyneth suddenly felt the intense need to return to the place where the Jaffe Manheeg members were housed in for the duration of this trip. Surely they would know about some plague happening?
"Perhaps you should try other people? I'm sure someone could help you. But I'm afraid I'll have to leave, miss. I wish you all the best." Gwyneth's words were rushed as she backed away a few more steps, before hurrying off to the market so she could quickly purchase what had been instructed of her and then returning to the household.
He made his way through the crowded market street, carefully trying to avoid both the waste littering the cobble and the people jostling around him. Unfortunately, Hazael had the odds stacked against him in this endeavor. The Greek medicine, something that he had hidden from others as well as he could, was only capable of preserving the current state of his eyesight and was utterly useless in restoring what had been lost. This revelation had been infuriating, to say the very least, leaving Hazael feeling cheated as he had traded a hound for it. The foreigner had gotten a good deal and left poor Hazael out to dry.
Now on top of the normal expenses that Hazael had with running the makeshift kennel, he also had to recoup the loss of what he had spent to get the wolfhound that he had so foolishly given away. This meant that he had to charge more for the pups that he did sell, which also chased a few potential buyers away which ultimately did nothing, but further deepen the cycle that had gotten Hazael into this mess in the first place. That was why he came to Judah. He needed to break the cycle and finally earn back what he had initially lost. Then things could return to normal.
But that plan hadn’t accounted for the plague.
Hazael had been unaware of it at first when he had left Israel with his uncle and cousins, setting out on their semi-regular excursion to sell surplus goods. The rumors just hadn’t reached them yet and thus none of them had been prepared for the sheer calamity that greeted them at the livestock market. The air stank with the waste and the sweat produced by the sick. Not to mention everywhere Hazael looked there were little tents, showing just had bad the problem was in the city. His family had wanted to take no chances and the other men had unanimously decided to move forward on their journey and head to [CITY] instead. Hazael, on the other hand, had no choice, but to brave the threat of sickness. The livestock market was to be an essential part of his income. He wouldn’t find the same opportunities in other cities, plague or no plague.
He stayed behind with the puppies that needed to be sold. His uncle had been kind enough at least to pay for lodging for Hazael and left the boy to his own devices. The first few days had been fruitful. Hazael had already sold three of the pups he had brought with him, but now as the disease ravaged the city, Hazael was forced to wait until it passed before bringing them to market again. (He couldn’t risk them catching the plague, after all.) Instead, he wandered the market with Bracha, trying to keep an eye on the competition he faced and occasionally trying to convince a market-goer to come back at a later date when he had the puppies for sale. If it wasn’t for the immense stress that Hazael was under, trying to sell his dogs in a plague-ridden city, it might have been a lovely way to spend his days… especially when none of his family was breathing down his neck.
Or at least it was until Bracha decided to throw all his notions of avoiding the plague when she caught the faintest trace of a familiar scent on the wind.
Hazael had no time to react as Bracha uncharacteristically began to pull on her lead, guiding the blind boy to Lord knows where. “ Bracha!” He cried out, trying to get the dog to stop, but it was fruitless as there was no shaking his dog off the scent. That much became clear as he was dragged past a dark-haired girl hurrying in the other direction and right into the path of another, holding a limp pup in her arms. If he had taken a moment to glance at the girl, he may have recognized her, even amidst the blur of color that made up his sight. This was, after all, far from the first time that the pair had met. However, that was the furthest thing from his mind as he tried to keep his own dog from practically leaping up into the arms of the girl; the dog was desperate to get to the bundle.
“ Bracha! Down!” He sternly chastised as he pulled the dog back and forced her to sit. As Bracha was attempting to squirm out of his grasp, it was far from an easy task. Only when he had successfully contained the yappy, energetic dog did he turn to the other person and finally understood why his dog was losing her mind. The girl was holding his dog’s pup. Bracha was going crazy because she thought she was reuniting with her long lost daughter.
However, Hazael only became more determined to keep Bracha away from the girl, who he remembered being called Maeri, as he knew instantly something was wrong with the pup. Rayla had been energetic and excitable when he had last seen her. She was a devilish whirlwind of a beast. Now, she was lethargic and barely seemed interested in the fact that her mother and former owner were there. The dog was not well and everyone in the city knew the likely culprit.
“ Maeri,” Hazael asked, hoping that he got her name right, “ Is that Rayla? Does she… Does she have the plague?” His voice trailed off at the end, hoping against hope that his suspicions were wrong. The dog may not be his anymore, but he still cared for her and he couldn’t sit idly by as this little fragile thing suffered from the effects of whatever was ravaging the city.
But was there anything that he could actually do?
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He made his way through the crowded market street, carefully trying to avoid both the waste littering the cobble and the people jostling around him. Unfortunately, Hazael had the odds stacked against him in this endeavor. The Greek medicine, something that he had hidden from others as well as he could, was only capable of preserving the current state of his eyesight and was utterly useless in restoring what had been lost. This revelation had been infuriating, to say the very least, leaving Hazael feeling cheated as he had traded a hound for it. The foreigner had gotten a good deal and left poor Hazael out to dry.
Now on top of the normal expenses that Hazael had with running the makeshift kennel, he also had to recoup the loss of what he had spent to get the wolfhound that he had so foolishly given away. This meant that he had to charge more for the pups that he did sell, which also chased a few potential buyers away which ultimately did nothing, but further deepen the cycle that had gotten Hazael into this mess in the first place. That was why he came to Judah. He needed to break the cycle and finally earn back what he had initially lost. Then things could return to normal.
But that plan hadn’t accounted for the plague.
Hazael had been unaware of it at first when he had left Israel with his uncle and cousins, setting out on their semi-regular excursion to sell surplus goods. The rumors just hadn’t reached them yet and thus none of them had been prepared for the sheer calamity that greeted them at the livestock market. The air stank with the waste and the sweat produced by the sick. Not to mention everywhere Hazael looked there were little tents, showing just had bad the problem was in the city. His family had wanted to take no chances and the other men had unanimously decided to move forward on their journey and head to [CITY] instead. Hazael, on the other hand, had no choice, but to brave the threat of sickness. The livestock market was to be an essential part of his income. He wouldn’t find the same opportunities in other cities, plague or no plague.
He stayed behind with the puppies that needed to be sold. His uncle had been kind enough at least to pay for lodging for Hazael and left the boy to his own devices. The first few days had been fruitful. Hazael had already sold three of the pups he had brought with him, but now as the disease ravaged the city, Hazael was forced to wait until it passed before bringing them to market again. (He couldn’t risk them catching the plague, after all.) Instead, he wandered the market with Bracha, trying to keep an eye on the competition he faced and occasionally trying to convince a market-goer to come back at a later date when he had the puppies for sale. If it wasn’t for the immense stress that Hazael was under, trying to sell his dogs in a plague-ridden city, it might have been a lovely way to spend his days… especially when none of his family was breathing down his neck.
Or at least it was until Bracha decided to throw all his notions of avoiding the plague when she caught the faintest trace of a familiar scent on the wind.
Hazael had no time to react as Bracha uncharacteristically began to pull on her lead, guiding the blind boy to Lord knows where. “ Bracha!” He cried out, trying to get the dog to stop, but it was fruitless as there was no shaking his dog off the scent. That much became clear as he was dragged past a dark-haired girl hurrying in the other direction and right into the path of another, holding a limp pup in her arms. If he had taken a moment to glance at the girl, he may have recognized her, even amidst the blur of color that made up his sight. This was, after all, far from the first time that the pair had met. However, that was the furthest thing from his mind as he tried to keep his own dog from practically leaping up into the arms of the girl; the dog was desperate to get to the bundle.
“ Bracha! Down!” He sternly chastised as he pulled the dog back and forced her to sit. As Bracha was attempting to squirm out of his grasp, it was far from an easy task. Only when he had successfully contained the yappy, energetic dog did he turn to the other person and finally understood why his dog was losing her mind. The girl was holding his dog’s pup. Bracha was going crazy because she thought she was reuniting with her long lost daughter.
However, Hazael only became more determined to keep Bracha away from the girl, who he remembered being called Maeri, as he knew instantly something was wrong with the pup. Rayla had been energetic and excitable when he had last seen her. She was a devilish whirlwind of a beast. Now, she was lethargic and barely seemed interested in the fact that her mother and former owner were there. The dog was not well and everyone in the city knew the likely culprit.
“ Maeri,” Hazael asked, hoping that he got her name right, “ Is that Rayla? Does she… Does she have the plague?” His voice trailed off at the end, hoping against hope that his suspicions were wrong. The dog may not be his anymore, but he still cared for her and he couldn’t sit idly by as this little fragile thing suffered from the effects of whatever was ravaging the city.
But was there anything that he could actually do?
He made his way through the crowded market street, carefully trying to avoid both the waste littering the cobble and the people jostling around him. Unfortunately, Hazael had the odds stacked against him in this endeavor. The Greek medicine, something that he had hidden from others as well as he could, was only capable of preserving the current state of his eyesight and was utterly useless in restoring what had been lost. This revelation had been infuriating, to say the very least, leaving Hazael feeling cheated as he had traded a hound for it. The foreigner had gotten a good deal and left poor Hazael out to dry.
Now on top of the normal expenses that Hazael had with running the makeshift kennel, he also had to recoup the loss of what he had spent to get the wolfhound that he had so foolishly given away. This meant that he had to charge more for the pups that he did sell, which also chased a few potential buyers away which ultimately did nothing, but further deepen the cycle that had gotten Hazael into this mess in the first place. That was why he came to Judah. He needed to break the cycle and finally earn back what he had initially lost. Then things could return to normal.
But that plan hadn’t accounted for the plague.
Hazael had been unaware of it at first when he had left Israel with his uncle and cousins, setting out on their semi-regular excursion to sell surplus goods. The rumors just hadn’t reached them yet and thus none of them had been prepared for the sheer calamity that greeted them at the livestock market. The air stank with the waste and the sweat produced by the sick. Not to mention everywhere Hazael looked there were little tents, showing just had bad the problem was in the city. His family had wanted to take no chances and the other men had unanimously decided to move forward on their journey and head to [CITY] instead. Hazael, on the other hand, had no choice, but to brave the threat of sickness. The livestock market was to be an essential part of his income. He wouldn’t find the same opportunities in other cities, plague or no plague.
He stayed behind with the puppies that needed to be sold. His uncle had been kind enough at least to pay for lodging for Hazael and left the boy to his own devices. The first few days had been fruitful. Hazael had already sold three of the pups he had brought with him, but now as the disease ravaged the city, Hazael was forced to wait until it passed before bringing them to market again. (He couldn’t risk them catching the plague, after all.) Instead, he wandered the market with Bracha, trying to keep an eye on the competition he faced and occasionally trying to convince a market-goer to come back at a later date when he had the puppies for sale. If it wasn’t for the immense stress that Hazael was under, trying to sell his dogs in a plague-ridden city, it might have been a lovely way to spend his days… especially when none of his family was breathing down his neck.
Or at least it was until Bracha decided to throw all his notions of avoiding the plague when she caught the faintest trace of a familiar scent on the wind.
Hazael had no time to react as Bracha uncharacteristically began to pull on her lead, guiding the blind boy to Lord knows where. “ Bracha!” He cried out, trying to get the dog to stop, but it was fruitless as there was no shaking his dog off the scent. That much became clear as he was dragged past a dark-haired girl hurrying in the other direction and right into the path of another, holding a limp pup in her arms. If he had taken a moment to glance at the girl, he may have recognized her, even amidst the blur of color that made up his sight. This was, after all, far from the first time that the pair had met. However, that was the furthest thing from his mind as he tried to keep his own dog from practically leaping up into the arms of the girl; the dog was desperate to get to the bundle.
“ Bracha! Down!” He sternly chastised as he pulled the dog back and forced her to sit. As Bracha was attempting to squirm out of his grasp, it was far from an easy task. Only when he had successfully contained the yappy, energetic dog did he turn to the other person and finally understood why his dog was losing her mind. The girl was holding his dog’s pup. Bracha was going crazy because she thought she was reuniting with her long lost daughter.
However, Hazael only became more determined to keep Bracha away from the girl, who he remembered being called Maeri, as he knew instantly something was wrong with the pup. Rayla had been energetic and excitable when he had last seen her. She was a devilish whirlwind of a beast. Now, she was lethargic and barely seemed interested in the fact that her mother and former owner were there. The dog was not well and everyone in the city knew the likely culprit.
“ Maeri,” Hazael asked, hoping that he got her name right, “ Is that Rayla? Does she… Does she have the plague?” His voice trailed off at the end, hoping against hope that his suspicions were wrong. The dog may not be his anymore, but he still cared for her and he couldn’t sit idly by as this little fragile thing suffered from the effects of whatever was ravaging the city.
But was there anything that he could actually do?
Maeri found herself completely lost as the woman she thought might be able to help her left her standing alone in the street again. Perhaps she should have known better than to expect a random person on the street to be able to solve her problems. Maeri realized that she had absolutely no idea what to do from here. She found herself wandering further down the streets until suddenly a dog came up to her, jumping up on her and trying to get at Rayla. “Shoo!” she yelled at the dog. “Go away!” Maeri was so distracted by her own sick dog that she didn’t notice that the dog was a familiar one: Rayla’s mother. “Get away! You don’t want to get the plague too!” It was then that she realized that at the other end of the dog’s leash was a man. And not just any man, but the one who had sold her Rayla originally.
“Hazael!” Maeri was so glad to actually see someone who might have some idea of what to do with a sick dog. If she could have chosen anyone in the world to run into right now, it would have been him. “I...I...don't know,” Maeri said, her eyes started to tear up again. “ She wouldn’t eat this morning.” Maeri took a breath trying not to burst into tears again. “And she’s been sleeping all day. And she threw up.” Maeri was sure that it couldn’t be good. But if anyone knew what to do it would be Hazael.
“You need to help her!” Maeri said urgently to the man. “You can’t just let her die.” Maeri couldn’t even conceive of losing her dog. She had been a constant companion ever since she got her. Even though she was loathe to admit it, Rayla might almost be considered Maeri’s only friend, not counting her sisters. They didn’t really count because they were family. They had to spend time with her whether they wanted to or not.
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Maeri found herself completely lost as the woman she thought might be able to help her left her standing alone in the street again. Perhaps she should have known better than to expect a random person on the street to be able to solve her problems. Maeri realized that she had absolutely no idea what to do from here. She found herself wandering further down the streets until suddenly a dog came up to her, jumping up on her and trying to get at Rayla. “Shoo!” she yelled at the dog. “Go away!” Maeri was so distracted by her own sick dog that she didn’t notice that the dog was a familiar one: Rayla’s mother. “Get away! You don’t want to get the plague too!” It was then that she realized that at the other end of the dog’s leash was a man. And not just any man, but the one who had sold her Rayla originally.
“Hazael!” Maeri was so glad to actually see someone who might have some idea of what to do with a sick dog. If she could have chosen anyone in the world to run into right now, it would have been him. “I...I...don't know,” Maeri said, her eyes started to tear up again. “ She wouldn’t eat this morning.” Maeri took a breath trying not to burst into tears again. “And she’s been sleeping all day. And she threw up.” Maeri was sure that it couldn’t be good. But if anyone knew what to do it would be Hazael.
“You need to help her!” Maeri said urgently to the man. “You can’t just let her die.” Maeri couldn’t even conceive of losing her dog. She had been a constant companion ever since she got her. Even though she was loathe to admit it, Rayla might almost be considered Maeri’s only friend, not counting her sisters. They didn’t really count because they were family. They had to spend time with her whether they wanted to or not.
Maeri found herself completely lost as the woman she thought might be able to help her left her standing alone in the street again. Perhaps she should have known better than to expect a random person on the street to be able to solve her problems. Maeri realized that she had absolutely no idea what to do from here. She found herself wandering further down the streets until suddenly a dog came up to her, jumping up on her and trying to get at Rayla. “Shoo!” she yelled at the dog. “Go away!” Maeri was so distracted by her own sick dog that she didn’t notice that the dog was a familiar one: Rayla’s mother. “Get away! You don’t want to get the plague too!” It was then that she realized that at the other end of the dog’s leash was a man. And not just any man, but the one who had sold her Rayla originally.
“Hazael!” Maeri was so glad to actually see someone who might have some idea of what to do with a sick dog. If she could have chosen anyone in the world to run into right now, it would have been him. “I...I...don't know,” Maeri said, her eyes started to tear up again. “ She wouldn’t eat this morning.” Maeri took a breath trying not to burst into tears again. “And she’s been sleeping all day. And she threw up.” Maeri was sure that it couldn’t be good. But if anyone knew what to do it would be Hazael.
“You need to help her!” Maeri said urgently to the man. “You can’t just let her die.” Maeri couldn’t even conceive of losing her dog. She had been a constant companion ever since she got her. Even though she was loathe to admit it, Rayla might almost be considered Maeri’s only friend, not counting her sisters. They didn’t really count because they were family. They had to spend time with her whether they wanted to or not.
As the pair struggled to contain the excited momma dog who was completely unaware of the sick state of her daughter, Hazael could hear the near-panicked shouts coming from Maeri. A small pang of worry hit him when he heard Maeri’s shout to Bracha about not going near her daughter or she might catch the plague. It was enough confirmation for the boy to know that whatever state the pup was in, it was most likely very dire.
Once Bracha had been settled though, Hazael listened intently to the girl describe the dog’s symptoms and he tried to peer through his damaged eyes at Rayla. From what he could tell, it didn’t seem like the pup had the plague as the general maladies of vomiting and lethargy were far from the rashes and coughs that had been associated with the plague. However, you can never really tell with dogs. Hazael needed to get a closer look at the pup to even have an inkling of what was wrong with her.
“ May I?” Hazael implored the noble girl as he reached for the dog in her arms. Normally, he would have waited for her to hand him over, but the worry for the pup’s health outweighed any formalities as he scooped her up. In one swift motion, the dog breeder also laid the pup back in his arms with her stomach facing up towards the sky, not too unlike an actual baby in his arms. It was fitting, of course, as in many ways, this puppy was an actual baby to him. Hazael had helped Bracha bring her into this world as a tiny pup and he had seen her grow from a tiny, little thing to the energetic Saluki that Maeri now loved more than anything in the world. Rayla might be much bigger now and perhaps her memories of her life in Israel were fading, but to Haz, she would always be that tiny whirlwind of a pup who brought so much chaos to his makeshift kennel.
As great as it was to have Rayla back in his arms again (as he rarely reunited with any of the pups he raised) the fact that she had allowed it to happen at all brought a great amount of concern to the nineteen-year-old. The Rayla he knew would have never allowed for Haz to do this sort of thing. She had always been so wriggly and eager to play that holding her for even a minute had been a challenge. Now, she seemed so unbothered by being held that Haz wouldn’t have been surprised that she didn’t even know what was happening. This was so unlike the Rayla that he knew. Something was very clearly wrong with her.
“ Is she normally energetic? Or has she calmed down in recent months?” Hazael asked Maeri as he looked the dog over, trying to see if there was anything obviously amiss with the pup. A quick glance over didn’t yield anything, but Hazael knew that his own eyesight may have been to blame. Even with her being so close, the dog was a bit of a blur to him. There could be a parasite or some other bug on her and he wouldn’t be able to see in the mass of tan-colored fur and Hazael was very warily of lifting her so close to his face on a crowded street like the marketplace. She may have been fine with moving from one pair of arms to the other, but he doubted that Rayla would also be okay with being accidentally jostled about. It would be better if he got her to a quieter place to properly examine her. That way at least she would be less likely to panic and accidentally hurt herself.
“ She is not going to die, Maeri. ” The boy said to reassure the distraught girl as he shifted the dog in his grip to ensure that the pup was secure. In truth, he did not know if his words were true. It was well-known throughout the city that the sickness was not one that brought death with it, but Hazael knew that diseases acted differently when it crossed species. What might amount to a simple cold for him and Maeri could very quickly turn into a life-threatening illness for Bracha and Rayla. Hell, Rayla may already be in that sort of situation if she was vomiting as Maeri said. Hazael didn’t breathe a word of this though, he could tell that the girl was already frantic and there was no need to worry her any more than she already was.
Either way though, time was of the essence. Hazael needed to find out quickly if the pup had the plague and it was clear to him that it could not be done here. “ Do you know of a safe place we can bring her? Somewhere with a table preferably?” Hazael asked as he struggled to hand over Bracha’s lead to the girl without disturbing the pup in his grasp. It was a huge act of trust from him as Bracha was not just another canine to him. She was his dog. The older Saluki was the one who introduced Hazael to his love of animals and was the one he relied upon as his eyesight failed. Willingly handing her over to the girl was not something he was doing lightly and as much as he wanted to hold onto her himself, he couldn’t manage both dogs at once. So, he had to let go of Bracha in order to save Rayla.
However, his nagging fear caused him to say one final thing before the two of them rushed off to whatever place the Manheeg’s daughter thought was best. “ Keep her close to me though. She gets frightened by large crowds.” He said as he motioned to Bracha. It was a blatant lie as he did not want to reveal that he was going blind, but he doubted that Maeri would be able to see through it. Hopefully, she would be too worked up about Rayla to question it.
At least, that was what Hazael could hope for as the two of them made their way through the crowd, both praying that whatever was wrong with the pup it was something that could be healed.
If not, Hazael didn’t know what he would do.
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As the pair struggled to contain the excited momma dog who was completely unaware of the sick state of her daughter, Hazael could hear the near-panicked shouts coming from Maeri. A small pang of worry hit him when he heard Maeri’s shout to Bracha about not going near her daughter or she might catch the plague. It was enough confirmation for the boy to know that whatever state the pup was in, it was most likely very dire.
Once Bracha had been settled though, Hazael listened intently to the girl describe the dog’s symptoms and he tried to peer through his damaged eyes at Rayla. From what he could tell, it didn’t seem like the pup had the plague as the general maladies of vomiting and lethargy were far from the rashes and coughs that had been associated with the plague. However, you can never really tell with dogs. Hazael needed to get a closer look at the pup to even have an inkling of what was wrong with her.
“ May I?” Hazael implored the noble girl as he reached for the dog in her arms. Normally, he would have waited for her to hand him over, but the worry for the pup’s health outweighed any formalities as he scooped her up. In one swift motion, the dog breeder also laid the pup back in his arms with her stomach facing up towards the sky, not too unlike an actual baby in his arms. It was fitting, of course, as in many ways, this puppy was an actual baby to him. Hazael had helped Bracha bring her into this world as a tiny pup and he had seen her grow from a tiny, little thing to the energetic Saluki that Maeri now loved more than anything in the world. Rayla might be much bigger now and perhaps her memories of her life in Israel were fading, but to Haz, she would always be that tiny whirlwind of a pup who brought so much chaos to his makeshift kennel.
As great as it was to have Rayla back in his arms again (as he rarely reunited with any of the pups he raised) the fact that she had allowed it to happen at all brought a great amount of concern to the nineteen-year-old. The Rayla he knew would have never allowed for Haz to do this sort of thing. She had always been so wriggly and eager to play that holding her for even a minute had been a challenge. Now, she seemed so unbothered by being held that Haz wouldn’t have been surprised that she didn’t even know what was happening. This was so unlike the Rayla that he knew. Something was very clearly wrong with her.
“ Is she normally energetic? Or has she calmed down in recent months?” Hazael asked Maeri as he looked the dog over, trying to see if there was anything obviously amiss with the pup. A quick glance over didn’t yield anything, but Hazael knew that his own eyesight may have been to blame. Even with her being so close, the dog was a bit of a blur to him. There could be a parasite or some other bug on her and he wouldn’t be able to see in the mass of tan-colored fur and Hazael was very warily of lifting her so close to his face on a crowded street like the marketplace. She may have been fine with moving from one pair of arms to the other, but he doubted that Rayla would also be okay with being accidentally jostled about. It would be better if he got her to a quieter place to properly examine her. That way at least she would be less likely to panic and accidentally hurt herself.
“ She is not going to die, Maeri. ” The boy said to reassure the distraught girl as he shifted the dog in his grip to ensure that the pup was secure. In truth, he did not know if his words were true. It was well-known throughout the city that the sickness was not one that brought death with it, but Hazael knew that diseases acted differently when it crossed species. What might amount to a simple cold for him and Maeri could very quickly turn into a life-threatening illness for Bracha and Rayla. Hell, Rayla may already be in that sort of situation if she was vomiting as Maeri said. Hazael didn’t breathe a word of this though, he could tell that the girl was already frantic and there was no need to worry her any more than she already was.
Either way though, time was of the essence. Hazael needed to find out quickly if the pup had the plague and it was clear to him that it could not be done here. “ Do you know of a safe place we can bring her? Somewhere with a table preferably?” Hazael asked as he struggled to hand over Bracha’s lead to the girl without disturbing the pup in his grasp. It was a huge act of trust from him as Bracha was not just another canine to him. She was his dog. The older Saluki was the one who introduced Hazael to his love of animals and was the one he relied upon as his eyesight failed. Willingly handing her over to the girl was not something he was doing lightly and as much as he wanted to hold onto her himself, he couldn’t manage both dogs at once. So, he had to let go of Bracha in order to save Rayla.
However, his nagging fear caused him to say one final thing before the two of them rushed off to whatever place the Manheeg’s daughter thought was best. “ Keep her close to me though. She gets frightened by large crowds.” He said as he motioned to Bracha. It was a blatant lie as he did not want to reveal that he was going blind, but he doubted that Maeri would be able to see through it. Hopefully, she would be too worked up about Rayla to question it.
At least, that was what Hazael could hope for as the two of them made their way through the crowd, both praying that whatever was wrong with the pup it was something that could be healed.
If not, Hazael didn’t know what he would do.
As the pair struggled to contain the excited momma dog who was completely unaware of the sick state of her daughter, Hazael could hear the near-panicked shouts coming from Maeri. A small pang of worry hit him when he heard Maeri’s shout to Bracha about not going near her daughter or she might catch the plague. It was enough confirmation for the boy to know that whatever state the pup was in, it was most likely very dire.
Once Bracha had been settled though, Hazael listened intently to the girl describe the dog’s symptoms and he tried to peer through his damaged eyes at Rayla. From what he could tell, it didn’t seem like the pup had the plague as the general maladies of vomiting and lethargy were far from the rashes and coughs that had been associated with the plague. However, you can never really tell with dogs. Hazael needed to get a closer look at the pup to even have an inkling of what was wrong with her.
“ May I?” Hazael implored the noble girl as he reached for the dog in her arms. Normally, he would have waited for her to hand him over, but the worry for the pup’s health outweighed any formalities as he scooped her up. In one swift motion, the dog breeder also laid the pup back in his arms with her stomach facing up towards the sky, not too unlike an actual baby in his arms. It was fitting, of course, as in many ways, this puppy was an actual baby to him. Hazael had helped Bracha bring her into this world as a tiny pup and he had seen her grow from a tiny, little thing to the energetic Saluki that Maeri now loved more than anything in the world. Rayla might be much bigger now and perhaps her memories of her life in Israel were fading, but to Haz, she would always be that tiny whirlwind of a pup who brought so much chaos to his makeshift kennel.
As great as it was to have Rayla back in his arms again (as he rarely reunited with any of the pups he raised) the fact that she had allowed it to happen at all brought a great amount of concern to the nineteen-year-old. The Rayla he knew would have never allowed for Haz to do this sort of thing. She had always been so wriggly and eager to play that holding her for even a minute had been a challenge. Now, she seemed so unbothered by being held that Haz wouldn’t have been surprised that she didn’t even know what was happening. This was so unlike the Rayla that he knew. Something was very clearly wrong with her.
“ Is she normally energetic? Or has she calmed down in recent months?” Hazael asked Maeri as he looked the dog over, trying to see if there was anything obviously amiss with the pup. A quick glance over didn’t yield anything, but Hazael knew that his own eyesight may have been to blame. Even with her being so close, the dog was a bit of a blur to him. There could be a parasite or some other bug on her and he wouldn’t be able to see in the mass of tan-colored fur and Hazael was very warily of lifting her so close to his face on a crowded street like the marketplace. She may have been fine with moving from one pair of arms to the other, but he doubted that Rayla would also be okay with being accidentally jostled about. It would be better if he got her to a quieter place to properly examine her. That way at least she would be less likely to panic and accidentally hurt herself.
“ She is not going to die, Maeri. ” The boy said to reassure the distraught girl as he shifted the dog in his grip to ensure that the pup was secure. In truth, he did not know if his words were true. It was well-known throughout the city that the sickness was not one that brought death with it, but Hazael knew that diseases acted differently when it crossed species. What might amount to a simple cold for him and Maeri could very quickly turn into a life-threatening illness for Bracha and Rayla. Hell, Rayla may already be in that sort of situation if she was vomiting as Maeri said. Hazael didn’t breathe a word of this though, he could tell that the girl was already frantic and there was no need to worry her any more than she already was.
Either way though, time was of the essence. Hazael needed to find out quickly if the pup had the plague and it was clear to him that it could not be done here. “ Do you know of a safe place we can bring her? Somewhere with a table preferably?” Hazael asked as he struggled to hand over Bracha’s lead to the girl without disturbing the pup in his grasp. It was a huge act of trust from him as Bracha was not just another canine to him. She was his dog. The older Saluki was the one who introduced Hazael to his love of animals and was the one he relied upon as his eyesight failed. Willingly handing her over to the girl was not something he was doing lightly and as much as he wanted to hold onto her himself, he couldn’t manage both dogs at once. So, he had to let go of Bracha in order to save Rayla.
However, his nagging fear caused him to say one final thing before the two of them rushed off to whatever place the Manheeg’s daughter thought was best. “ Keep her close to me though. She gets frightened by large crowds.” He said as he motioned to Bracha. It was a blatant lie as he did not want to reveal that he was going blind, but he doubted that Maeri would be able to see through it. Hopefully, she would be too worked up about Rayla to question it.
At least, that was what Hazael could hope for as the two of them made their way through the crowd, both praying that whatever was wrong with the pup it was something that could be healed.