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Going out on a normal market day was... well, normal for most people. But most people didn't have four children, as Kahi did. With her youngest strapped to her back, the young Atekhu just barely reaching the halfway mark in his second year, that still left her with three elder children to herd. Nine-year old Neferu did his best to keep Djoser and Tef-Amun in hand of course, but with Djoser being seven and Tef-Amun just turning four, there was only so much Neferu could do, when he too was distracted as they headed into the merchant traders of the Grand Souk in Egypt.
With sweat shining on her forehead, Kahi groaned when Astekhu started fussing behind her, the young toddler making the sounds of what the young mother would recognize as a full on tantrum if she didn't do something soon.
Taking her eyes off her other three briefly, Kahi shifted the material strapping her youngest to her body, rocking him as she shifted so he could feed - but when she brought her eyes up, the Judean-born lady froze when she could not spy any of her three children. "Neferu? Djoser? Don't play jokes on me, abn, come back here." she called out loudly, but only got funny stares in return, despite the harried look in her eyes as she turned this way and that, looking wildly.
But as usual, the crush at the market proved impossible. She had chosen to come to the Grand Souk on a weekend, where the crush was at it's worst. Kahi may not like crowds, but it was the weekend which had the most merchants opening up their stalls, and leaving Neferu, Djoser and Tef-Amun at home meant she wouldn't be sure if she had a home to return to. Khufu had been off for work, so she had been left with little other choice.
Now though, the young mother was beginning to truly regret her choice, as she began to dart through the crowds of the market, desperately looking and calling for her son's and young daughter. One would expect her daughter to be the levelheaded one, but with two elder brother's, Tef-Amun was just as bad, and unlikely to have disassuaded either of her brother's from going to check out something which had interested them.
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Going out on a normal market day was... well, normal for most people. But most people didn't have four children, as Kahi did. With her youngest strapped to her back, the young Atekhu just barely reaching the halfway mark in his second year, that still left her with three elder children to herd. Nine-year old Neferu did his best to keep Djoser and Tef-Amun in hand of course, but with Djoser being seven and Tef-Amun just turning four, there was only so much Neferu could do, when he too was distracted as they headed into the merchant traders of the Grand Souk in Egypt.
With sweat shining on her forehead, Kahi groaned when Astekhu started fussing behind her, the young toddler making the sounds of what the young mother would recognize as a full on tantrum if she didn't do something soon.
Taking her eyes off her other three briefly, Kahi shifted the material strapping her youngest to her body, rocking him as she shifted so he could feed - but when she brought her eyes up, the Judean-born lady froze when she could not spy any of her three children. "Neferu? Djoser? Don't play jokes on me, abn, come back here." she called out loudly, but only got funny stares in return, despite the harried look in her eyes as she turned this way and that, looking wildly.
But as usual, the crush at the market proved impossible. She had chosen to come to the Grand Souk on a weekend, where the crush was at it's worst. Kahi may not like crowds, but it was the weekend which had the most merchants opening up their stalls, and leaving Neferu, Djoser and Tef-Amun at home meant she wouldn't be sure if she had a home to return to. Khufu had been off for work, so she had been left with little other choice.
Now though, the young mother was beginning to truly regret her choice, as she began to dart through the crowds of the market, desperately looking and calling for her son's and young daughter. One would expect her daughter to be the levelheaded one, but with two elder brother's, Tef-Amun was just as bad, and unlikely to have disassuaded either of her brother's from going to check out something which had interested them.
Going out on a normal market day was... well, normal for most people. But most people didn't have four children, as Kahi did. With her youngest strapped to her back, the young Atekhu just barely reaching the halfway mark in his second year, that still left her with three elder children to herd. Nine-year old Neferu did his best to keep Djoser and Tef-Amun in hand of course, but with Djoser being seven and Tef-Amun just turning four, there was only so much Neferu could do, when he too was distracted as they headed into the merchant traders of the Grand Souk in Egypt.
With sweat shining on her forehead, Kahi groaned when Astekhu started fussing behind her, the young toddler making the sounds of what the young mother would recognize as a full on tantrum if she didn't do something soon.
Taking her eyes off her other three briefly, Kahi shifted the material strapping her youngest to her body, rocking him as she shifted so he could feed - but when she brought her eyes up, the Judean-born lady froze when she could not spy any of her three children. "Neferu? Djoser? Don't play jokes on me, abn, come back here." she called out loudly, but only got funny stares in return, despite the harried look in her eyes as she turned this way and that, looking wildly.
But as usual, the crush at the market proved impossible. She had chosen to come to the Grand Souk on a weekend, where the crush was at it's worst. Kahi may not like crowds, but it was the weekend which had the most merchants opening up their stalls, and leaving Neferu, Djoser and Tef-Amun at home meant she wouldn't be sure if she had a home to return to. Khufu had been off for work, so she had been left with little other choice.
Now though, the young mother was beginning to truly regret her choice, as she began to dart through the crowds of the market, desperately looking and calling for her son's and young daughter. One would expect her daughter to be the levelheaded one, but with two elder brother's, Tef-Amun was just as bad, and unlikely to have disassuaded either of her brother's from going to check out something which had interested them.
The market was bustling, the amount of people near stunning. Every now and then Sameera would catch someone's eye, only for them to look away when they noticed the intensity she held in her own. She imagined how one got to be in the Grand Souk, what one might be purchasing. For herself, Sameera mostly went to borrow the stories she could see in others.
She was enjoying the feeling of the slightly lower-quality kalasiris she wore. Though she adored network and other more luxurious clothing, she found it made her stand out too much to truly be an observer to the stories of others. Dressing like a commoner, then, had come to signify her attendance at the Grand Souk should anybody in her Hei see her leave. That her fingers would once more be stained in ink in the hours afterwards was also a given.
Sameera kept her focus spread out among the other people in the market, though nothing was sparking her inspiration yet. Sometimes it was not the people, but the objects. She took the time to look at some network similar to the things she had considered wearing earlier, but once again she found herself lost. With a soft huff escaping her lips, she let her eyes wander again to the people in the market.
She walked closer, allowing the crush to squeeze her thoroughly as though it might squeeze some inspiration out of her. Instead, all she could think about was how others might see her. She was not concerned about the earring she wore, the ones that might have been the one thing to point her out as something of a wealthy woman, but then again, if a wealthy man decided that she was gorgeous, she was not going to stop him. The Hei did need money, after all.
Sameera huffed once more, but stopped when she heard the calls of a young woman, a mother, Sameera would have guessed, by the words she called out and the concern in her tones. If she could not allow her muse to come to her, Sameera would spend some time helping out this woman.
"Excuse me," Sameera said, "I couldn't help but notice your troubles...do you think I could be of any assistance?" she tried to seem as friendly as possible, though she couldn't conceive of any reason why the stranger would not accept her help.
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The market was bustling, the amount of people near stunning. Every now and then Sameera would catch someone's eye, only for them to look away when they noticed the intensity she held in her own. She imagined how one got to be in the Grand Souk, what one might be purchasing. For herself, Sameera mostly went to borrow the stories she could see in others.
She was enjoying the feeling of the slightly lower-quality kalasiris she wore. Though she adored network and other more luxurious clothing, she found it made her stand out too much to truly be an observer to the stories of others. Dressing like a commoner, then, had come to signify her attendance at the Grand Souk should anybody in her Hei see her leave. That her fingers would once more be stained in ink in the hours afterwards was also a given.
Sameera kept her focus spread out among the other people in the market, though nothing was sparking her inspiration yet. Sometimes it was not the people, but the objects. She took the time to look at some network similar to the things she had considered wearing earlier, but once again she found herself lost. With a soft huff escaping her lips, she let her eyes wander again to the people in the market.
She walked closer, allowing the crush to squeeze her thoroughly as though it might squeeze some inspiration out of her. Instead, all she could think about was how others might see her. She was not concerned about the earring she wore, the ones that might have been the one thing to point her out as something of a wealthy woman, but then again, if a wealthy man decided that she was gorgeous, she was not going to stop him. The Hei did need money, after all.
Sameera huffed once more, but stopped when she heard the calls of a young woman, a mother, Sameera would have guessed, by the words she called out and the concern in her tones. If she could not allow her muse to come to her, Sameera would spend some time helping out this woman.
"Excuse me," Sameera said, "I couldn't help but notice your troubles...do you think I could be of any assistance?" she tried to seem as friendly as possible, though she couldn't conceive of any reason why the stranger would not accept her help.
The market was bustling, the amount of people near stunning. Every now and then Sameera would catch someone's eye, only for them to look away when they noticed the intensity she held in her own. She imagined how one got to be in the Grand Souk, what one might be purchasing. For herself, Sameera mostly went to borrow the stories she could see in others.
She was enjoying the feeling of the slightly lower-quality kalasiris she wore. Though she adored network and other more luxurious clothing, she found it made her stand out too much to truly be an observer to the stories of others. Dressing like a commoner, then, had come to signify her attendance at the Grand Souk should anybody in her Hei see her leave. That her fingers would once more be stained in ink in the hours afterwards was also a given.
Sameera kept her focus spread out among the other people in the market, though nothing was sparking her inspiration yet. Sometimes it was not the people, but the objects. She took the time to look at some network similar to the things she had considered wearing earlier, but once again she found herself lost. With a soft huff escaping her lips, she let her eyes wander again to the people in the market.
She walked closer, allowing the crush to squeeze her thoroughly as though it might squeeze some inspiration out of her. Instead, all she could think about was how others might see her. She was not concerned about the earring she wore, the ones that might have been the one thing to point her out as something of a wealthy woman, but then again, if a wealthy man decided that she was gorgeous, she was not going to stop him. The Hei did need money, after all.
Sameera huffed once more, but stopped when she heard the calls of a young woman, a mother, Sameera would have guessed, by the words she called out and the concern in her tones. If she could not allow her muse to come to her, Sameera would spend some time helping out this woman.
"Excuse me," Sameera said, "I couldn't help but notice your troubles...do you think I could be of any assistance?" she tried to seem as friendly as possible, though she couldn't conceive of any reason why the stranger would not accept her help.
In her search, Kahi had shifted to hold Astekhu now to her chest instead of strapped to her back. While there had never been an issue of her strapping her young infant son with fabric to her back, the sudden paranoia that set in as she failed to spot her other three offspring made Kahi feel safer as she clutched the fussing young child to her chest even as she sifted through the crowds of the market.
While Kahi had loved most of what she's learned about this new kingdom ever since she had arrived here close on almost ten years ago now, the only thing she could never get used to was how foreign everyone treated everyone else here. Almost as if Egyptians were perpetually on edge, Kahi found it very different from how Judeans who, while they treated strangers coldly, easily helped neighbors and fellow Judean's. Had this occured back in her hometown of Jerusalem, Kahi had no doubt someone would have helped her. Yet now she found herself quite alone as she scrambled trying to find her three lost lambs.
Fully prepared to find them with no help from the hurrying crowd around her, the brunette started when someone addressed her, turning only for hr eyes to widen as she quickly took in the fine-looking features of the young lady she saw. While the lady was not dressed in material any better then Kahi's own network, the way in which she spoke was unlike the rough shod manner in which Kahi spoke, having learned her coptic from watching merchants and fishmongers interact on the docks of Benin.
Her situation meant she had no choice but to accept though, and taking a gulp to try and speak through her gasps of air, Kahi nodded, before holding out her hand to indicate a height. "Two boys, one nine years and the other younger, about this height," she explained, showing her two varying heights. "And one younger girl, whose got her hair cropped short." They liked to keep Tef-Amun's hair short just for simplicity's sake, whenever they gave the boys a haircut, and their daughter liked it that way. "Have you seen them? They seemed to have slipped away."
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In her search, Kahi had shifted to hold Astekhu now to her chest instead of strapped to her back. While there had never been an issue of her strapping her young infant son with fabric to her back, the sudden paranoia that set in as she failed to spot her other three offspring made Kahi feel safer as she clutched the fussing young child to her chest even as she sifted through the crowds of the market.
While Kahi had loved most of what she's learned about this new kingdom ever since she had arrived here close on almost ten years ago now, the only thing she could never get used to was how foreign everyone treated everyone else here. Almost as if Egyptians were perpetually on edge, Kahi found it very different from how Judeans who, while they treated strangers coldly, easily helped neighbors and fellow Judean's. Had this occured back in her hometown of Jerusalem, Kahi had no doubt someone would have helped her. Yet now she found herself quite alone as she scrambled trying to find her three lost lambs.
Fully prepared to find them with no help from the hurrying crowd around her, the brunette started when someone addressed her, turning only for hr eyes to widen as she quickly took in the fine-looking features of the young lady she saw. While the lady was not dressed in material any better then Kahi's own network, the way in which she spoke was unlike the rough shod manner in which Kahi spoke, having learned her coptic from watching merchants and fishmongers interact on the docks of Benin.
Her situation meant she had no choice but to accept though, and taking a gulp to try and speak through her gasps of air, Kahi nodded, before holding out her hand to indicate a height. "Two boys, one nine years and the other younger, about this height," she explained, showing her two varying heights. "And one younger girl, whose got her hair cropped short." They liked to keep Tef-Amun's hair short just for simplicity's sake, whenever they gave the boys a haircut, and their daughter liked it that way. "Have you seen them? They seemed to have slipped away."
In her search, Kahi had shifted to hold Astekhu now to her chest instead of strapped to her back. While there had never been an issue of her strapping her young infant son with fabric to her back, the sudden paranoia that set in as she failed to spot her other three offspring made Kahi feel safer as she clutched the fussing young child to her chest even as she sifted through the crowds of the market.
While Kahi had loved most of what she's learned about this new kingdom ever since she had arrived here close on almost ten years ago now, the only thing she could never get used to was how foreign everyone treated everyone else here. Almost as if Egyptians were perpetually on edge, Kahi found it very different from how Judeans who, while they treated strangers coldly, easily helped neighbors and fellow Judean's. Had this occured back in her hometown of Jerusalem, Kahi had no doubt someone would have helped her. Yet now she found herself quite alone as she scrambled trying to find her three lost lambs.
Fully prepared to find them with no help from the hurrying crowd around her, the brunette started when someone addressed her, turning only for hr eyes to widen as she quickly took in the fine-looking features of the young lady she saw. While the lady was not dressed in material any better then Kahi's own network, the way in which she spoke was unlike the rough shod manner in which Kahi spoke, having learned her coptic from watching merchants and fishmongers interact on the docks of Benin.
Her situation meant she had no choice but to accept though, and taking a gulp to try and speak through her gasps of air, Kahi nodded, before holding out her hand to indicate a height. "Two boys, one nine years and the other younger, about this height," she explained, showing her two varying heights. "And one younger girl, whose got her hair cropped short." They liked to keep Tef-Amun's hair short just for simplicity's sake, whenever they gave the boys a haircut, and their daughter liked it that way. "Have you seen them? They seemed to have slipped away."
Sameera took in the somewhat distraught mother, nodding her head to signify her understanding of who they were looking for. Such problems had never occurred to her, and she wondered if it was because she had never truly considered motherhood. That children, much like the stories Sameera so enjoyed listening to and writing down, could run off and cause their own mischief was amusing to her, though she kept this to herself. It did not seem wise to mention it to one with such concern in her rough-sounding voice.
She considered once more the faces she had seen in the crowd earlier, trying to remember if she had actually seen one of the other woman's children. She thought at the very least she would be able to recognize a young girl with short hair, as she had once worn her hair in a shaved style when refusing to wear a rather itchy wig. "I haven't seen either of them, but I am happy to help with the search." She craned her neck over the crowd. If only they had been searching for tall people, they might have stood out better, but at the height of children it would be a challenge to spot them.
"Do you suppose calling out would help them find their way to you?" Sameera wondered if it was a matter of the children getting lost, or if they were merely distracted by one of the many wonders of the Grand Souk. For a child, especially one who was not used to the way things were in Egypt or even just one who had never seen anything as big and bustling as the Grand Souk, it could all be a little overwhelming. Sameera recalled her first trip to the marketplace, all the merchants calling out wares, she had been tugged over by Safiya to look at an animal and nearly separated from her mother. An unpleasant experience, but it meant Sameera could remember the way a child thought, even if it was just a little.
Children liked to be spoken to as if they were already grown. She seemed to recall something like that, and it made sense to her. Sameera enjoyed it when people like her spoke to her as an equal, but she also enjoyed the small amount of reverence that people granted her as a member of a still somewhat important Hei, though she was aware of the possible failure should she or her family members not take the opportunities presented to them. She just wasn't sure what those were.
Continuing to look above the crowd, though at times she sneaked a slight glance at the child the mother had with her, young enough to be held and thus unlikely to be scampering away like their siblings. Sameera couldn't imagine what being a mother must be like, let alone a mother at the other woman's age. She must have had a husband somewhere, Sameera considered, but he was likely busy at this moment. She found herself wondering more about the history of this woman than about the woman's lost children, and paused, before continuing to look over the crowd for the three trouble-makers.
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Sameera took in the somewhat distraught mother, nodding her head to signify her understanding of who they were looking for. Such problems had never occurred to her, and she wondered if it was because she had never truly considered motherhood. That children, much like the stories Sameera so enjoyed listening to and writing down, could run off and cause their own mischief was amusing to her, though she kept this to herself. It did not seem wise to mention it to one with such concern in her rough-sounding voice.
She considered once more the faces she had seen in the crowd earlier, trying to remember if she had actually seen one of the other woman's children. She thought at the very least she would be able to recognize a young girl with short hair, as she had once worn her hair in a shaved style when refusing to wear a rather itchy wig. "I haven't seen either of them, but I am happy to help with the search." She craned her neck over the crowd. If only they had been searching for tall people, they might have stood out better, but at the height of children it would be a challenge to spot them.
"Do you suppose calling out would help them find their way to you?" Sameera wondered if it was a matter of the children getting lost, or if they were merely distracted by one of the many wonders of the Grand Souk. For a child, especially one who was not used to the way things were in Egypt or even just one who had never seen anything as big and bustling as the Grand Souk, it could all be a little overwhelming. Sameera recalled her first trip to the marketplace, all the merchants calling out wares, she had been tugged over by Safiya to look at an animal and nearly separated from her mother. An unpleasant experience, but it meant Sameera could remember the way a child thought, even if it was just a little.
Children liked to be spoken to as if they were already grown. She seemed to recall something like that, and it made sense to her. Sameera enjoyed it when people like her spoke to her as an equal, but she also enjoyed the small amount of reverence that people granted her as a member of a still somewhat important Hei, though she was aware of the possible failure should she or her family members not take the opportunities presented to them. She just wasn't sure what those were.
Continuing to look above the crowd, though at times she sneaked a slight glance at the child the mother had with her, young enough to be held and thus unlikely to be scampering away like their siblings. Sameera couldn't imagine what being a mother must be like, let alone a mother at the other woman's age. She must have had a husband somewhere, Sameera considered, but he was likely busy at this moment. She found herself wondering more about the history of this woman than about the woman's lost children, and paused, before continuing to look over the crowd for the three trouble-makers.
Sameera took in the somewhat distraught mother, nodding her head to signify her understanding of who they were looking for. Such problems had never occurred to her, and she wondered if it was because she had never truly considered motherhood. That children, much like the stories Sameera so enjoyed listening to and writing down, could run off and cause their own mischief was amusing to her, though she kept this to herself. It did not seem wise to mention it to one with such concern in her rough-sounding voice.
She considered once more the faces she had seen in the crowd earlier, trying to remember if she had actually seen one of the other woman's children. She thought at the very least she would be able to recognize a young girl with short hair, as she had once worn her hair in a shaved style when refusing to wear a rather itchy wig. "I haven't seen either of them, but I am happy to help with the search." She craned her neck over the crowd. If only they had been searching for tall people, they might have stood out better, but at the height of children it would be a challenge to spot them.
"Do you suppose calling out would help them find their way to you?" Sameera wondered if it was a matter of the children getting lost, or if they were merely distracted by one of the many wonders of the Grand Souk. For a child, especially one who was not used to the way things were in Egypt or even just one who had never seen anything as big and bustling as the Grand Souk, it could all be a little overwhelming. Sameera recalled her first trip to the marketplace, all the merchants calling out wares, she had been tugged over by Safiya to look at an animal and nearly separated from her mother. An unpleasant experience, but it meant Sameera could remember the way a child thought, even if it was just a little.
Children liked to be spoken to as if they were already grown. She seemed to recall something like that, and it made sense to her. Sameera enjoyed it when people like her spoke to her as an equal, but she also enjoyed the small amount of reverence that people granted her as a member of a still somewhat important Hei, though she was aware of the possible failure should she or her family members not take the opportunities presented to them. She just wasn't sure what those were.
Continuing to look above the crowd, though at times she sneaked a slight glance at the child the mother had with her, young enough to be held and thus unlikely to be scampering away like their siblings. Sameera couldn't imagine what being a mother must be like, let alone a mother at the other woman's age. She must have had a husband somewhere, Sameera considered, but he was likely busy at this moment. She found herself wondering more about the history of this woman than about the woman's lost children, and paused, before continuing to look over the crowd for the three trouble-makers.
Many people who saw her features, often assumed that Kahi was a child herself. She was young for a mother in age, but even her looks did not help with the baby face she had in her own genes. Half of Kahi was expecting people to laugh in her face as she asked for help in finding her children, expecting people to not believe she even had children, so she was thankful when the young female she had inadvertently ambushed took her seriously.
"Thank you." she murmured, accidentally slipping into her mother tongue from being a Judean. Catching herself, Kahi quickly shook her head as if to shake off the panic that was slowly setting in. Giving in to the panic would help no one at this point, and Kahi was sound minded enough at least to recognize that. So she quickly repeated her thanks in smooth coptic, before craning her neck as the other did, as she had done many times ago to desperately searh for the short heads of her young children.
"I tried." she replied to the other's query, briefly glancing back at the young lady as she looked again for the mop of dark hair. "But I don't know if they are purposefully trying to avoid me, or they simply can't hear me." It wasn't outrageous to imagine Neferu and Djoser couldn't hear her, since the market was filled with loud voices of merchants haggling, trying to attract customers and many more voices speaking above each other. And if anything, both Djoser and Tef-Amun would likely be trying to evade capture to cause their own mischief.
On top of everything already going on, with Kahi's luck, of course it would be at this exact moment that Astekhu chose to fuss. The young toddler had been griping, but just as Kahi took a step away from the young lady she had asked for help as she spied a mop of brown curls in a near distance, Kahi was just about to take off in the direction when Astekhu let out a loud wail that halted her steps.
Making a frustrated sound, Kahi struggled to bring Astekhu to the front even as she threw a desperate look at the young lady. "By the fruit stalls, sadiq." she tried to point in the direction she's seen her child's head, even as she had her hands full soothing a wailing child.
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Many people who saw her features, often assumed that Kahi was a child herself. She was young for a mother in age, but even her looks did not help with the baby face she had in her own genes. Half of Kahi was expecting people to laugh in her face as she asked for help in finding her children, expecting people to not believe she even had children, so she was thankful when the young female she had inadvertently ambushed took her seriously.
"Thank you." she murmured, accidentally slipping into her mother tongue from being a Judean. Catching herself, Kahi quickly shook her head as if to shake off the panic that was slowly setting in. Giving in to the panic would help no one at this point, and Kahi was sound minded enough at least to recognize that. So she quickly repeated her thanks in smooth coptic, before craning her neck as the other did, as she had done many times ago to desperately searh for the short heads of her young children.
"I tried." she replied to the other's query, briefly glancing back at the young lady as she looked again for the mop of dark hair. "But I don't know if they are purposefully trying to avoid me, or they simply can't hear me." It wasn't outrageous to imagine Neferu and Djoser couldn't hear her, since the market was filled with loud voices of merchants haggling, trying to attract customers and many more voices speaking above each other. And if anything, both Djoser and Tef-Amun would likely be trying to evade capture to cause their own mischief.
On top of everything already going on, with Kahi's luck, of course it would be at this exact moment that Astekhu chose to fuss. The young toddler had been griping, but just as Kahi took a step away from the young lady she had asked for help as she spied a mop of brown curls in a near distance, Kahi was just about to take off in the direction when Astekhu let out a loud wail that halted her steps.
Making a frustrated sound, Kahi struggled to bring Astekhu to the front even as she threw a desperate look at the young lady. "By the fruit stalls, sadiq." she tried to point in the direction she's seen her child's head, even as she had her hands full soothing a wailing child.
Many people who saw her features, often assumed that Kahi was a child herself. She was young for a mother in age, but even her looks did not help with the baby face she had in her own genes. Half of Kahi was expecting people to laugh in her face as she asked for help in finding her children, expecting people to not believe she even had children, so she was thankful when the young female she had inadvertently ambushed took her seriously.
"Thank you." she murmured, accidentally slipping into her mother tongue from being a Judean. Catching herself, Kahi quickly shook her head as if to shake off the panic that was slowly setting in. Giving in to the panic would help no one at this point, and Kahi was sound minded enough at least to recognize that. So she quickly repeated her thanks in smooth coptic, before craning her neck as the other did, as she had done many times ago to desperately searh for the short heads of her young children.
"I tried." she replied to the other's query, briefly glancing back at the young lady as she looked again for the mop of dark hair. "But I don't know if they are purposefully trying to avoid me, or they simply can't hear me." It wasn't outrageous to imagine Neferu and Djoser couldn't hear her, since the market was filled with loud voices of merchants haggling, trying to attract customers and many more voices speaking above each other. And if anything, both Djoser and Tef-Amun would likely be trying to evade capture to cause their own mischief.
On top of everything already going on, with Kahi's luck, of course it would be at this exact moment that Astekhu chose to fuss. The young toddler had been griping, but just as Kahi took a step away from the young lady she had asked for help as she spied a mop of brown curls in a near distance, Kahi was just about to take off in the direction when Astekhu let out a loud wail that halted her steps.
Making a frustrated sound, Kahi struggled to bring Astekhu to the front even as she threw a desperate look at the young lady. "By the fruit stalls, sadiq." she tried to point in the direction she's seen her child's head, even as she had her hands full soothing a wailing child.
Sameera, though she considered herself to be quite useful in all the scenarios she played out in her head, her coming to her Hei's rescue, her saving a fellow woman from a group of particularly rude men, found her mouth dry and her palms sweaty when it came to actual times of crisis, like the situation she was in now. Nevertheless, she wanted to help. At least there wasn't some impending danger, brought on by the wrath of the gods for a mistake made by someone in the near vicinity, for them to worry about.
Hopefully this was just children's mischief, though the stress of the young mother next to her was making Sameera a bit nervous as well, nervous enough that she did not even stop to consider asking about the language Sameera could have recognized if she had considered it. Other languages were greatly intriguing, but there were children missing! Sameera did make a note to herself to ask the young mother what language it was that she had spoken when all of the children had been located and reunited.
That would, if everything went to their fortune, be soon, so Sameera perservered, trying her best to see if she could spot the children. Would they share the youthful look of their mother? Sameera could imagine they did, as they were children, after all. Sameera nodded when she spoke about how she was uncertain if the children were purposely avoiding their mother. "Children will be children...at times this is nice, pleasant. A breath of fresh air from the world of adults. At other times...certainly not so." she said in what she imagined to be a comforting way, but most likely seemed a bit empty. She wasn't really sure how to comfort the other, and finding her children seemed to be the best option.
The sound of the toddler fussing momentarily drew Sameera's eyes. At times, she imagined what it would be like to be a mother. How was one to know what a child wanted when all they could do was cry? She caught one glance of the other woman's eyes, though, and nodded her head. She would do as instructed, and she had seen the child.
As she walked over, it occurred to Sameera that she actually had no idea what the children looked like or were called. She thought she could probably lift up a nine-year-old if it came to it, she did spend much time carrying some heavier stories.
Sameera walked over, approaching the child. She reached out, snatching their wrist. Was it bad that she could not tell if the child was a boy or a girl? She supposed it did not matter; they would all have their hair cropped short, if she recalled correctly. It was not often "Come with me," she said, "Your mother has been looking for you...and your siblings?" she craned her neck, saw a smaller, perhaps younger child hiding behind the fruit stand. At least, that was what she thought. Perhaps she was not as well-versed in the thoughts of children as she had imagined herself to be.
Sameera nodded. "Come with me." she said once more, helping them back to where their mother was. She presented them, not bold enough to ask if these were the correct children. She hoped they were.
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Sameera, though she considered herself to be quite useful in all the scenarios she played out in her head, her coming to her Hei's rescue, her saving a fellow woman from a group of particularly rude men, found her mouth dry and her palms sweaty when it came to actual times of crisis, like the situation she was in now. Nevertheless, she wanted to help. At least there wasn't some impending danger, brought on by the wrath of the gods for a mistake made by someone in the near vicinity, for them to worry about.
Hopefully this was just children's mischief, though the stress of the young mother next to her was making Sameera a bit nervous as well, nervous enough that she did not even stop to consider asking about the language Sameera could have recognized if she had considered it. Other languages were greatly intriguing, but there were children missing! Sameera did make a note to herself to ask the young mother what language it was that she had spoken when all of the children had been located and reunited.
That would, if everything went to their fortune, be soon, so Sameera perservered, trying her best to see if she could spot the children. Would they share the youthful look of their mother? Sameera could imagine they did, as they were children, after all. Sameera nodded when she spoke about how she was uncertain if the children were purposely avoiding their mother. "Children will be children...at times this is nice, pleasant. A breath of fresh air from the world of adults. At other times...certainly not so." she said in what she imagined to be a comforting way, but most likely seemed a bit empty. She wasn't really sure how to comfort the other, and finding her children seemed to be the best option.
The sound of the toddler fussing momentarily drew Sameera's eyes. At times, she imagined what it would be like to be a mother. How was one to know what a child wanted when all they could do was cry? She caught one glance of the other woman's eyes, though, and nodded her head. She would do as instructed, and she had seen the child.
As she walked over, it occurred to Sameera that she actually had no idea what the children looked like or were called. She thought she could probably lift up a nine-year-old if it came to it, she did spend much time carrying some heavier stories.
Sameera walked over, approaching the child. She reached out, snatching their wrist. Was it bad that she could not tell if the child was a boy or a girl? She supposed it did not matter; they would all have their hair cropped short, if she recalled correctly. It was not often "Come with me," she said, "Your mother has been looking for you...and your siblings?" she craned her neck, saw a smaller, perhaps younger child hiding behind the fruit stand. At least, that was what she thought. Perhaps she was not as well-versed in the thoughts of children as she had imagined herself to be.
Sameera nodded. "Come with me." she said once more, helping them back to where their mother was. She presented them, not bold enough to ask if these were the correct children. She hoped they were.
Sameera, though she considered herself to be quite useful in all the scenarios she played out in her head, her coming to her Hei's rescue, her saving a fellow woman from a group of particularly rude men, found her mouth dry and her palms sweaty when it came to actual times of crisis, like the situation she was in now. Nevertheless, she wanted to help. At least there wasn't some impending danger, brought on by the wrath of the gods for a mistake made by someone in the near vicinity, for them to worry about.
Hopefully this was just children's mischief, though the stress of the young mother next to her was making Sameera a bit nervous as well, nervous enough that she did not even stop to consider asking about the language Sameera could have recognized if she had considered it. Other languages were greatly intriguing, but there were children missing! Sameera did make a note to herself to ask the young mother what language it was that she had spoken when all of the children had been located and reunited.
That would, if everything went to their fortune, be soon, so Sameera perservered, trying her best to see if she could spot the children. Would they share the youthful look of their mother? Sameera could imagine they did, as they were children, after all. Sameera nodded when she spoke about how she was uncertain if the children were purposely avoiding their mother. "Children will be children...at times this is nice, pleasant. A breath of fresh air from the world of adults. At other times...certainly not so." she said in what she imagined to be a comforting way, but most likely seemed a bit empty. She wasn't really sure how to comfort the other, and finding her children seemed to be the best option.
The sound of the toddler fussing momentarily drew Sameera's eyes. At times, she imagined what it would be like to be a mother. How was one to know what a child wanted when all they could do was cry? She caught one glance of the other woman's eyes, though, and nodded her head. She would do as instructed, and she had seen the child.
As she walked over, it occurred to Sameera that she actually had no idea what the children looked like or were called. She thought she could probably lift up a nine-year-old if it came to it, she did spend much time carrying some heavier stories.
Sameera walked over, approaching the child. She reached out, snatching their wrist. Was it bad that she could not tell if the child was a boy or a girl? She supposed it did not matter; they would all have their hair cropped short, if she recalled correctly. It was not often "Come with me," she said, "Your mother has been looking for you...and your siblings?" she craned her neck, saw a smaller, perhaps younger child hiding behind the fruit stand. At least, that was what she thought. Perhaps she was not as well-versed in the thoughts of children as she had imagined herself to be.
Sameera nodded. "Come with me." she said once more, helping them back to where their mother was. She presented them, not bold enough to ask if these were the correct children. She hoped they were.
The rocking motion whenever she carried Astekhu now was a regular, almost instinctive thing for her after four children. Luckily for her, Astekhu merely got suprised by the loud noises in the market that woke him up, and as she shushed him, the young infant slowly drifted back into his sleep.
Only when his eyes settled in a proper close, did Kahi finally take her eyes away from the youngest of her brood to look up, a worried look on her face as she tried to figure ot what had happened to the other three of her wayward children.
The boulder which had settled over her heart lifted as she saw the finely dressed woman approach with two children following her, that seemed to clearly by Djoser and Tef-Amun. Behind them, Neferu quickly ran up to join them. Her eldest had seemingly been trying to corral the more mischevious of the four siblings back with little success, and he seemed thankful that there had been an adult to intervene.
"Yes, sadiq my eternal thanks to you." Kai quickly thanked profusely as she grabbed Djoser by the arm, glaring at him. Turning the same glare to Tef-Amun to warn them that they'd be in deep trouble once they returned home, Kahi waved for Neferu to come over, giving her oldest child a good lookover to ascertain nothing else had happened, before turning back to Sameera with a grateful smile. "I cannot imagine how I could have gotten them back without your help. Please do let me know if i could be of any assistance to you, my lady." Kahi did not know if this was a noble of any sort, but with how fine she seemed, she did not want to risk offending her if she was.
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The rocking motion whenever she carried Astekhu now was a regular, almost instinctive thing for her after four children. Luckily for her, Astekhu merely got suprised by the loud noises in the market that woke him up, and as she shushed him, the young infant slowly drifted back into his sleep.
Only when his eyes settled in a proper close, did Kahi finally take her eyes away from the youngest of her brood to look up, a worried look on her face as she tried to figure ot what had happened to the other three of her wayward children.
The boulder which had settled over her heart lifted as she saw the finely dressed woman approach with two children following her, that seemed to clearly by Djoser and Tef-Amun. Behind them, Neferu quickly ran up to join them. Her eldest had seemingly been trying to corral the more mischevious of the four siblings back with little success, and he seemed thankful that there had been an adult to intervene.
"Yes, sadiq my eternal thanks to you." Kai quickly thanked profusely as she grabbed Djoser by the arm, glaring at him. Turning the same glare to Tef-Amun to warn them that they'd be in deep trouble once they returned home, Kahi waved for Neferu to come over, giving her oldest child a good lookover to ascertain nothing else had happened, before turning back to Sameera with a grateful smile. "I cannot imagine how I could have gotten them back without your help. Please do let me know if i could be of any assistance to you, my lady." Kahi did not know if this was a noble of any sort, but with how fine she seemed, she did not want to risk offending her if she was.
The rocking motion whenever she carried Astekhu now was a regular, almost instinctive thing for her after four children. Luckily for her, Astekhu merely got suprised by the loud noises in the market that woke him up, and as she shushed him, the young infant slowly drifted back into his sleep.
Only when his eyes settled in a proper close, did Kahi finally take her eyes away from the youngest of her brood to look up, a worried look on her face as she tried to figure ot what had happened to the other three of her wayward children.
The boulder which had settled over her heart lifted as she saw the finely dressed woman approach with two children following her, that seemed to clearly by Djoser and Tef-Amun. Behind them, Neferu quickly ran up to join them. Her eldest had seemingly been trying to corral the more mischevious of the four siblings back with little success, and he seemed thankful that there had been an adult to intervene.
"Yes, sadiq my eternal thanks to you." Kai quickly thanked profusely as she grabbed Djoser by the arm, glaring at him. Turning the same glare to Tef-Amun to warn them that they'd be in deep trouble once they returned home, Kahi waved for Neferu to come over, giving her oldest child a good lookover to ascertain nothing else had happened, before turning back to Sameera with a grateful smile. "I cannot imagine how I could have gotten them back without your help. Please do let me know if i could be of any assistance to you, my lady." Kahi did not know if this was a noble of any sort, but with how fine she seemed, she did not want to risk offending her if she was.
Sameera sighed with relief. So she wasn't responsible for kidnapping another mother's children, and these were the correct ones. That was a nice comfort to her, as she did usually have some fears that she was doing something improperly at times regardless of what was going on. Whether it was when she was writing stories in her home or when she was out and about, she did have to wonder if there was something she could be doing that would make her more productive, or something to make whatever she was doing feel more right.
She watched carefully, feeling a little bit as though she was intruding on the family. She did have to wonder, just a little bit, where the children's father was. Sameera hoped that he was still alive. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't think about her father, what he might say to her if he was still around, how her life might be different. Would her uncle, Narmer, still be here? Would Sameera still enjoy telling stories, or would it all be just completely different? There were many things one could do, Sameera assumed, to change the outcome of certain situations.
Finding children before they were taken or before they were lost for much longer than a single day was one of those things. Maybe it was common for these children to run off. The eldest, she considered, was possibly trying to seem like an adult. Sameera did know that much about children. She had always tried to seem like her mother, or the other women in her life. She always found herself a bit lacking, though, and she had to wonder if it was the way she compared herself or if it was an actual fact that she was less womanly than she would have liked.
"I am glad to have helped." Sameera said, smiling at the mother and her children. They did look like a nice little family. She was a little embarrassed that she had been addressed as a noble. Perhaps her "disguises" of slightly less fine clothing than she was used to needed some work. She could always try to see what actual commoners wore, and this was a good opportunity. They were at the Grand Souk, after all, and what better place to buy things?
But Sameera was more curious about something else. "I heard you speak in a different language, earlier." she said, folding her hands in front of her. It had been unfamiliar to Sameera, who did admire many languages, regardless of origin. She knew the language of Egypt, and the language of the Somalu tribe that her mother was from and sometimes spoke in, but she was less familiar with other things, having been somewhat sheltered. If she knew other words, they were most likely from books, nothing like how the common people spoke. "What was it?" Sameera was intrigued, but she understood if the mother had to be on her way. With that many children, Sameera imagined she had a lot of things to purchase. Food and clothes and shoes.
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Sameera sighed with relief. So she wasn't responsible for kidnapping another mother's children, and these were the correct ones. That was a nice comfort to her, as she did usually have some fears that she was doing something improperly at times regardless of what was going on. Whether it was when she was writing stories in her home or when she was out and about, she did have to wonder if there was something she could be doing that would make her more productive, or something to make whatever she was doing feel more right.
She watched carefully, feeling a little bit as though she was intruding on the family. She did have to wonder, just a little bit, where the children's father was. Sameera hoped that he was still alive. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't think about her father, what he might say to her if he was still around, how her life might be different. Would her uncle, Narmer, still be here? Would Sameera still enjoy telling stories, or would it all be just completely different? There were many things one could do, Sameera assumed, to change the outcome of certain situations.
Finding children before they were taken or before they were lost for much longer than a single day was one of those things. Maybe it was common for these children to run off. The eldest, she considered, was possibly trying to seem like an adult. Sameera did know that much about children. She had always tried to seem like her mother, or the other women in her life. She always found herself a bit lacking, though, and she had to wonder if it was the way she compared herself or if it was an actual fact that she was less womanly than she would have liked.
"I am glad to have helped." Sameera said, smiling at the mother and her children. They did look like a nice little family. She was a little embarrassed that she had been addressed as a noble. Perhaps her "disguises" of slightly less fine clothing than she was used to needed some work. She could always try to see what actual commoners wore, and this was a good opportunity. They were at the Grand Souk, after all, and what better place to buy things?
But Sameera was more curious about something else. "I heard you speak in a different language, earlier." she said, folding her hands in front of her. It had been unfamiliar to Sameera, who did admire many languages, regardless of origin. She knew the language of Egypt, and the language of the Somalu tribe that her mother was from and sometimes spoke in, but she was less familiar with other things, having been somewhat sheltered. If she knew other words, they were most likely from books, nothing like how the common people spoke. "What was it?" Sameera was intrigued, but she understood if the mother had to be on her way. With that many children, Sameera imagined she had a lot of things to purchase. Food and clothes and shoes.
Sameera sighed with relief. So she wasn't responsible for kidnapping another mother's children, and these were the correct ones. That was a nice comfort to her, as she did usually have some fears that she was doing something improperly at times regardless of what was going on. Whether it was when she was writing stories in her home or when she was out and about, she did have to wonder if there was something she could be doing that would make her more productive, or something to make whatever she was doing feel more right.
She watched carefully, feeling a little bit as though she was intruding on the family. She did have to wonder, just a little bit, where the children's father was. Sameera hoped that he was still alive. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't think about her father, what he might say to her if he was still around, how her life might be different. Would her uncle, Narmer, still be here? Would Sameera still enjoy telling stories, or would it all be just completely different? There were many things one could do, Sameera assumed, to change the outcome of certain situations.
Finding children before they were taken or before they were lost for much longer than a single day was one of those things. Maybe it was common for these children to run off. The eldest, she considered, was possibly trying to seem like an adult. Sameera did know that much about children. She had always tried to seem like her mother, or the other women in her life. She always found herself a bit lacking, though, and she had to wonder if it was the way she compared herself or if it was an actual fact that she was less womanly than she would have liked.
"I am glad to have helped." Sameera said, smiling at the mother and her children. They did look like a nice little family. She was a little embarrassed that she had been addressed as a noble. Perhaps her "disguises" of slightly less fine clothing than she was used to needed some work. She could always try to see what actual commoners wore, and this was a good opportunity. They were at the Grand Souk, after all, and what better place to buy things?
But Sameera was more curious about something else. "I heard you speak in a different language, earlier." she said, folding her hands in front of her. It had been unfamiliar to Sameera, who did admire many languages, regardless of origin. She knew the language of Egypt, and the language of the Somalu tribe that her mother was from and sometimes spoke in, but she was less familiar with other things, having been somewhat sheltered. If she knew other words, they were most likely from books, nothing like how the common people spoke. "What was it?" Sameera was intrigued, but she understood if the mother had to be on her way. With that many children, Sameera imagined she had a lot of things to purchase. Food and clothes and shoes.
There was no doubt in her mind she would be telling Khufu what the children did, and it was clear in Tef-Amun and Djoser's face that they were terrified. While Khufu was an indulgent father, he was also one to step in when Kahi asked him to, and she would no doubt do it this time. The youngest was in a fussy stage, and with the mischief the two middle ones got up to, she found herself quite worn out by the end of the day to take them properly to task. Knowing they were at the age to push boundaries, Kahi wanted to ensure they had the freedom to do so, yet did not wish for them to die while searching for said boundaries.
While the lady had tried to wear slightly less then fine clothing, as someone who has been part of the not-as-rich society, Kahi had a discerning eye. Despite the lower rated finery the lady wore, it was still pristine and unpatched, unlike the clothes they wore which were mended again and again to prolong its lifespan. Clear signs of patches and thread would be seen, something lacking within the other's outfit.
Yet, the fact that she was willing to help meant Kahi had lost feelings of wariness, and simply wore a friendly smile as she perked up at the other's question. "Oh, I am ... I was born in Judea, Jerusalem to be exact." she responded. Her first few years here, Kahi had been very careful of explaining where or who she was, a habit of being a cautious Judean for many years of her life. After having been in Egypt for a decade now though, Kahi behaved, spoke and acted exactly like an Egyptian, that it would be hard to tell unless one had seen her in high stress situations as she had been in earlier.
"But I have stayed here for many years, that I practically don't remember." Kahi finished breezily, flashing a glare at Djoser who had been trying to sneak off again, before turning back to her companion with a friendly smile back on her lips. "Only thing I do remember, is having a lot of people in our city... oh, and temples! It never occured to me that not every city had a temple in every street, practically." Kahi had never really enjoyed how pious the people of her birthplace was, and had always questioned the need for the many religious practices they had there. It was exactly that which led to her enjoying the freedom Egypt provided her very much.
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There was no doubt in her mind she would be telling Khufu what the children did, and it was clear in Tef-Amun and Djoser's face that they were terrified. While Khufu was an indulgent father, he was also one to step in when Kahi asked him to, and she would no doubt do it this time. The youngest was in a fussy stage, and with the mischief the two middle ones got up to, she found herself quite worn out by the end of the day to take them properly to task. Knowing they were at the age to push boundaries, Kahi wanted to ensure they had the freedom to do so, yet did not wish for them to die while searching for said boundaries.
While the lady had tried to wear slightly less then fine clothing, as someone who has been part of the not-as-rich society, Kahi had a discerning eye. Despite the lower rated finery the lady wore, it was still pristine and unpatched, unlike the clothes they wore which were mended again and again to prolong its lifespan. Clear signs of patches and thread would be seen, something lacking within the other's outfit.
Yet, the fact that she was willing to help meant Kahi had lost feelings of wariness, and simply wore a friendly smile as she perked up at the other's question. "Oh, I am ... I was born in Judea, Jerusalem to be exact." she responded. Her first few years here, Kahi had been very careful of explaining where or who she was, a habit of being a cautious Judean for many years of her life. After having been in Egypt for a decade now though, Kahi behaved, spoke and acted exactly like an Egyptian, that it would be hard to tell unless one had seen her in high stress situations as she had been in earlier.
"But I have stayed here for many years, that I practically don't remember." Kahi finished breezily, flashing a glare at Djoser who had been trying to sneak off again, before turning back to her companion with a friendly smile back on her lips. "Only thing I do remember, is having a lot of people in our city... oh, and temples! It never occured to me that not every city had a temple in every street, practically." Kahi had never really enjoyed how pious the people of her birthplace was, and had always questioned the need for the many religious practices they had there. It was exactly that which led to her enjoying the freedom Egypt provided her very much.
There was no doubt in her mind she would be telling Khufu what the children did, and it was clear in Tef-Amun and Djoser's face that they were terrified. While Khufu was an indulgent father, he was also one to step in when Kahi asked him to, and she would no doubt do it this time. The youngest was in a fussy stage, and with the mischief the two middle ones got up to, she found herself quite worn out by the end of the day to take them properly to task. Knowing they were at the age to push boundaries, Kahi wanted to ensure they had the freedom to do so, yet did not wish for them to die while searching for said boundaries.
While the lady had tried to wear slightly less then fine clothing, as someone who has been part of the not-as-rich society, Kahi had a discerning eye. Despite the lower rated finery the lady wore, it was still pristine and unpatched, unlike the clothes they wore which were mended again and again to prolong its lifespan. Clear signs of patches and thread would be seen, something lacking within the other's outfit.
Yet, the fact that she was willing to help meant Kahi had lost feelings of wariness, and simply wore a friendly smile as she perked up at the other's question. "Oh, I am ... I was born in Judea, Jerusalem to be exact." she responded. Her first few years here, Kahi had been very careful of explaining where or who she was, a habit of being a cautious Judean for many years of her life. After having been in Egypt for a decade now though, Kahi behaved, spoke and acted exactly like an Egyptian, that it would be hard to tell unless one had seen her in high stress situations as she had been in earlier.
"But I have stayed here for many years, that I practically don't remember." Kahi finished breezily, flashing a glare at Djoser who had been trying to sneak off again, before turning back to her companion with a friendly smile back on her lips. "Only thing I do remember, is having a lot of people in our city... oh, and temples! It never occured to me that not every city had a temple in every street, practically." Kahi had never really enjoyed how pious the people of her birthplace was, and had always questioned the need for the many religious practices they had there. It was exactly that which led to her enjoying the freedom Egypt provided her very much.
Someone who was born from out of here? Sameera hadn't heard many stories like that, besides the ones her mother told about being in the Somalu Gesin. Sometimes she had to wonder what her life would have been like if she'd grown up in the nomadic groups that other people regarded as barbarians.
Did they see her mother as a barbarian? To Sameera, she had always been a comforting presence, someone to trust when she wasn't sure about something or if her gut feeling was wrong. And what did the Somalu think about her mother, anyways? About the rest of them?
From what Sameera had read of Judea, their people were much more strict, followed the rules of their singular god. To have one god for everything--how peculiar! Still, it was interesting to have the perspectives of others, and if people were wrong about her mother's people being savage baby-eaters, then perhaps they could also be wrong about some things the Judeans did.
"Oh! I've read some about Jerusalem," Sameera smiled. The mother seemed to become cheerful when she mentioned her hometown. Sameera imagined she would do the same if someone asked her about her own birthplace. She loved her place here, and would gladly speak about it if she was asked to do so.
The quickness with which she added that she had lived in Egypt for so long made Sameera think that perhaps she preferred it to Judea, or had faced challenges before. She was similar to Sameera's mother in that way, facing the preconceptions of others.
The children acted Egyptian, too. It was possible that, like Sameera, they had more connections to the land of their birth than the land of their mother. That was, if they had been born in Egypt, anyways. It seemed likely to Sameera, if their mother had stayed for many years, then she felt it safe to assume that they had been born here, especially the youngest one.
"Oh, I have heard much about the temples!" Sameera exclaimed in delight, "Please, tell me...do they at all resemble the temples of Egypt? I've read about the Judean temples, but try as I might I can only find myself picturing the ones I have visited frequently here, in Egypt." she shrugged her shoulders. For some reason, the things she read did not often have pictures, leaving her to guess based off of descriptions, at best, and her own experiences with things that were similar at worst.
She was also intrigued by the language of Judea, but she didn't have nearly enough time for that, and she was certain that the young mother would want to be on her way as quickly as possible, especially with the rather mischievous children. Sameera was a bit nervous to make eye contact with them. While children did have wonderful imaginations, she had discovered that they were also willing to say whatever thoughts came to mind or obey other impulses.
Unpredictable, just like the endings of stories she wasn't sure about or wild animals. The latter comparison was one Sameera knew was not kind to the children, but she supposed it was true of all people, not just children. Children just had the luck to avoid much more than a scolding.
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Someone who was born from out of here? Sameera hadn't heard many stories like that, besides the ones her mother told about being in the Somalu Gesin. Sometimes she had to wonder what her life would have been like if she'd grown up in the nomadic groups that other people regarded as barbarians.
Did they see her mother as a barbarian? To Sameera, she had always been a comforting presence, someone to trust when she wasn't sure about something or if her gut feeling was wrong. And what did the Somalu think about her mother, anyways? About the rest of them?
From what Sameera had read of Judea, their people were much more strict, followed the rules of their singular god. To have one god for everything--how peculiar! Still, it was interesting to have the perspectives of others, and if people were wrong about her mother's people being savage baby-eaters, then perhaps they could also be wrong about some things the Judeans did.
"Oh! I've read some about Jerusalem," Sameera smiled. The mother seemed to become cheerful when she mentioned her hometown. Sameera imagined she would do the same if someone asked her about her own birthplace. She loved her place here, and would gladly speak about it if she was asked to do so.
The quickness with which she added that she had lived in Egypt for so long made Sameera think that perhaps she preferred it to Judea, or had faced challenges before. She was similar to Sameera's mother in that way, facing the preconceptions of others.
The children acted Egyptian, too. It was possible that, like Sameera, they had more connections to the land of their birth than the land of their mother. That was, if they had been born in Egypt, anyways. It seemed likely to Sameera, if their mother had stayed for many years, then she felt it safe to assume that they had been born here, especially the youngest one.
"Oh, I have heard much about the temples!" Sameera exclaimed in delight, "Please, tell me...do they at all resemble the temples of Egypt? I've read about the Judean temples, but try as I might I can only find myself picturing the ones I have visited frequently here, in Egypt." she shrugged her shoulders. For some reason, the things she read did not often have pictures, leaving her to guess based off of descriptions, at best, and her own experiences with things that were similar at worst.
She was also intrigued by the language of Judea, but she didn't have nearly enough time for that, and she was certain that the young mother would want to be on her way as quickly as possible, especially with the rather mischievous children. Sameera was a bit nervous to make eye contact with them. While children did have wonderful imaginations, she had discovered that they were also willing to say whatever thoughts came to mind or obey other impulses.
Unpredictable, just like the endings of stories she wasn't sure about or wild animals. The latter comparison was one Sameera knew was not kind to the children, but she supposed it was true of all people, not just children. Children just had the luck to avoid much more than a scolding.
Someone who was born from out of here? Sameera hadn't heard many stories like that, besides the ones her mother told about being in the Somalu Gesin. Sometimes she had to wonder what her life would have been like if she'd grown up in the nomadic groups that other people regarded as barbarians.
Did they see her mother as a barbarian? To Sameera, she had always been a comforting presence, someone to trust when she wasn't sure about something or if her gut feeling was wrong. And what did the Somalu think about her mother, anyways? About the rest of them?
From what Sameera had read of Judea, their people were much more strict, followed the rules of their singular god. To have one god for everything--how peculiar! Still, it was interesting to have the perspectives of others, and if people were wrong about her mother's people being savage baby-eaters, then perhaps they could also be wrong about some things the Judeans did.
"Oh! I've read some about Jerusalem," Sameera smiled. The mother seemed to become cheerful when she mentioned her hometown. Sameera imagined she would do the same if someone asked her about her own birthplace. She loved her place here, and would gladly speak about it if she was asked to do so.
The quickness with which she added that she had lived in Egypt for so long made Sameera think that perhaps she preferred it to Judea, or had faced challenges before. She was similar to Sameera's mother in that way, facing the preconceptions of others.
The children acted Egyptian, too. It was possible that, like Sameera, they had more connections to the land of their birth than the land of their mother. That was, if they had been born in Egypt, anyways. It seemed likely to Sameera, if their mother had stayed for many years, then she felt it safe to assume that they had been born here, especially the youngest one.
"Oh, I have heard much about the temples!" Sameera exclaimed in delight, "Please, tell me...do they at all resemble the temples of Egypt? I've read about the Judean temples, but try as I might I can only find myself picturing the ones I have visited frequently here, in Egypt." she shrugged her shoulders. For some reason, the things she read did not often have pictures, leaving her to guess based off of descriptions, at best, and her own experiences with things that were similar at worst.
She was also intrigued by the language of Judea, but she didn't have nearly enough time for that, and she was certain that the young mother would want to be on her way as quickly as possible, especially with the rather mischievous children. Sameera was a bit nervous to make eye contact with them. While children did have wonderful imaginations, she had discovered that they were also willing to say whatever thoughts came to mind or obey other impulses.
Unpredictable, just like the endings of stories she wasn't sure about or wild animals. The latter comparison was one Sameera knew was not kind to the children, but she supposed it was true of all people, not just children. Children just had the luck to avoid much more than a scolding.
While she'd dearly like to learn more of Egypt, or even of the surrounding lands, maybe even of the cities aside from Jerusalem in Judea, Kahi had never really had the chance to. She hadn't been raised to read and write, and while Khufu had taught her since her arrival in Egypt, it didn't mean she's had much time on her hand to visit the library in Damascus, or even pick up a scroll in Egypt with so many children on hand. It had felt like she had barely recovered from Neferu, when she had to take on the care of Djoser, and then the rest of her subsequent children.
Yet, when the noble lady mentioned hearing of Jerusalem, a grateful smile passed her lips, mixed with some feelings of ruefulness. It was always bittersweet to be reminded of her birth city. Sometimes, Kahi would wonder what had happened to her many siblings and parents, but she had accustomed herself so well to her life as a wife and being part of Egypt, those moments were far apart from each other.
The same ruefulness remained as Sameera asked of the temples, and Kahi adjusted the sleeping toddler she carried as she spoke. "I'm afraid I can't tell much. I wasn't someone my people would be proud of." She had been far too outspoken, asked too many questions, and acted in ways her parents had been embarassed of. All in all, Kahi had been an eyesore to pious, loyal, Yahweh-fearing people of Jerusalem, and it was half the reason she had been so quick and eager to get out of there when she had met Khufu and he had sent the letter and gold over to her. It had, at that point, seemed almost like fate to have met Khufu, and it was perhaps the only time Kahi would come close to believing in the existence of a celestial being guiding their lives.
"They vary in resemblance? But definitely not as intricate as the ones here. The people of my homeland do not believe in excessiveness... at least, not at the level it is seen here." Kahi added in the end, unsure if she'd know what 'excessiveness' means if it was all she had ever known. It took Kahi awhile to realize it was normal for Khufu to continously want to buy her gold and accessories. Everyone in Egypt seemed to do everything in extravagance.
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While she'd dearly like to learn more of Egypt, or even of the surrounding lands, maybe even of the cities aside from Jerusalem in Judea, Kahi had never really had the chance to. She hadn't been raised to read and write, and while Khufu had taught her since her arrival in Egypt, it didn't mean she's had much time on her hand to visit the library in Damascus, or even pick up a scroll in Egypt with so many children on hand. It had felt like she had barely recovered from Neferu, when she had to take on the care of Djoser, and then the rest of her subsequent children.
Yet, when the noble lady mentioned hearing of Jerusalem, a grateful smile passed her lips, mixed with some feelings of ruefulness. It was always bittersweet to be reminded of her birth city. Sometimes, Kahi would wonder what had happened to her many siblings and parents, but she had accustomed herself so well to her life as a wife and being part of Egypt, those moments were far apart from each other.
The same ruefulness remained as Sameera asked of the temples, and Kahi adjusted the sleeping toddler she carried as she spoke. "I'm afraid I can't tell much. I wasn't someone my people would be proud of." She had been far too outspoken, asked too many questions, and acted in ways her parents had been embarassed of. All in all, Kahi had been an eyesore to pious, loyal, Yahweh-fearing people of Jerusalem, and it was half the reason she had been so quick and eager to get out of there when she had met Khufu and he had sent the letter and gold over to her. It had, at that point, seemed almost like fate to have met Khufu, and it was perhaps the only time Kahi would come close to believing in the existence of a celestial being guiding their lives.
"They vary in resemblance? But definitely not as intricate as the ones here. The people of my homeland do not believe in excessiveness... at least, not at the level it is seen here." Kahi added in the end, unsure if she'd know what 'excessiveness' means if it was all she had ever known. It took Kahi awhile to realize it was normal for Khufu to continously want to buy her gold and accessories. Everyone in Egypt seemed to do everything in extravagance.
While she'd dearly like to learn more of Egypt, or even of the surrounding lands, maybe even of the cities aside from Jerusalem in Judea, Kahi had never really had the chance to. She hadn't been raised to read and write, and while Khufu had taught her since her arrival in Egypt, it didn't mean she's had much time on her hand to visit the library in Damascus, or even pick up a scroll in Egypt with so many children on hand. It had felt like she had barely recovered from Neferu, when she had to take on the care of Djoser, and then the rest of her subsequent children.
Yet, when the noble lady mentioned hearing of Jerusalem, a grateful smile passed her lips, mixed with some feelings of ruefulness. It was always bittersweet to be reminded of her birth city. Sometimes, Kahi would wonder what had happened to her many siblings and parents, but she had accustomed herself so well to her life as a wife and being part of Egypt, those moments were far apart from each other.
The same ruefulness remained as Sameera asked of the temples, and Kahi adjusted the sleeping toddler she carried as she spoke. "I'm afraid I can't tell much. I wasn't someone my people would be proud of." She had been far too outspoken, asked too many questions, and acted in ways her parents had been embarassed of. All in all, Kahi had been an eyesore to pious, loyal, Yahweh-fearing people of Jerusalem, and it was half the reason she had been so quick and eager to get out of there when she had met Khufu and he had sent the letter and gold over to her. It had, at that point, seemed almost like fate to have met Khufu, and it was perhaps the only time Kahi would come close to believing in the existence of a celestial being guiding their lives.
"They vary in resemblance? But definitely not as intricate as the ones here. The people of my homeland do not believe in excessiveness... at least, not at the level it is seen here." Kahi added in the end, unsure if she'd know what 'excessiveness' means if it was all she had ever known. It took Kahi awhile to realize it was normal for Khufu to continously want to buy her gold and accessories. Everyone in Egypt seemed to do everything in extravagance.
Sameera was eager to hear of the semi-foreign women's memories of where she had lived before. She had heard that the Judeans were rather strict, and the first words out of the mother's mouth seemed to confirm that. Sameera felt it would be rude to press into something like that, especially considering whatever it was that made her an outsider among her own people made her fit in with the Egyptian people.
It intrigued Sameera, the way that other lands live, and she was more than happy to hear about what happened in other places, even considering those differences. She would likely be seen as a heathen in Judea, which made her giggle just a little bit, considering that around here she was considered more soft-spoken than most, especially for a noblewoman.
Her focus was startlingly clear on the young mother as she spoke of the excessive nature of the Egyptian temples. Sameera had thought that they weren't nearly excessive enough considering the gods did so much for them, but Sameera was a touch more religious than some others.
"Excessive?" Sameera nodded, now imagining the Judean temples not as the Egyptian ones, but instead as small wooden huts, except for the main one, which was a larger stone hut. They did have a main temple, didn't they? She had heard they only believed in just one god, but it was difficult for her to imagine what that must be like, due to her own upbringing of having many."Is there not as much gold around them? Do they not worry that the god may be displeased with the lack of extravagance?"
Sameera was getting stuck on the idea of the idea of one god. If there was just one, then it must have a lot of power, and the idea of angering a god with that much power was a bit terrifying. She was thankful, then, that her gods were the true ones, she thought, without much thought as to how anybody believing in the other gods might feel about that statement.
She was a little pleased that the young mother had stuck around to answer a few of her questions. She would be happy to leave her alone if asked, but this was one of a few experiences with people telling their stories that she had felt completely comfortable listening to the information. It helped a little that it was more like a conversation than just the woman telling a story.
"Was it difficult, moving here from your former home?" Sameera assumed that the other woman had moved fully to Egypt, along with her children. She was trying to piece together a backstory about this woman without full information, giving her a much more heroic and awesome backstory than it was likely that she had. She put the other woman on a bit of a pedestal, that way.
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Sameera was eager to hear of the semi-foreign women's memories of where she had lived before. She had heard that the Judeans were rather strict, and the first words out of the mother's mouth seemed to confirm that. Sameera felt it would be rude to press into something like that, especially considering whatever it was that made her an outsider among her own people made her fit in with the Egyptian people.
It intrigued Sameera, the way that other lands live, and she was more than happy to hear about what happened in other places, even considering those differences. She would likely be seen as a heathen in Judea, which made her giggle just a little bit, considering that around here she was considered more soft-spoken than most, especially for a noblewoman.
Her focus was startlingly clear on the young mother as she spoke of the excessive nature of the Egyptian temples. Sameera had thought that they weren't nearly excessive enough considering the gods did so much for them, but Sameera was a touch more religious than some others.
"Excessive?" Sameera nodded, now imagining the Judean temples not as the Egyptian ones, but instead as small wooden huts, except for the main one, which was a larger stone hut. They did have a main temple, didn't they? She had heard they only believed in just one god, but it was difficult for her to imagine what that must be like, due to her own upbringing of having many."Is there not as much gold around them? Do they not worry that the god may be displeased with the lack of extravagance?"
Sameera was getting stuck on the idea of the idea of one god. If there was just one, then it must have a lot of power, and the idea of angering a god with that much power was a bit terrifying. She was thankful, then, that her gods were the true ones, she thought, without much thought as to how anybody believing in the other gods might feel about that statement.
She was a little pleased that the young mother had stuck around to answer a few of her questions. She would be happy to leave her alone if asked, but this was one of a few experiences with people telling their stories that she had felt completely comfortable listening to the information. It helped a little that it was more like a conversation than just the woman telling a story.
"Was it difficult, moving here from your former home?" Sameera assumed that the other woman had moved fully to Egypt, along with her children. She was trying to piece together a backstory about this woman without full information, giving her a much more heroic and awesome backstory than it was likely that she had. She put the other woman on a bit of a pedestal, that way.
Sameera was eager to hear of the semi-foreign women's memories of where she had lived before. She had heard that the Judeans were rather strict, and the first words out of the mother's mouth seemed to confirm that. Sameera felt it would be rude to press into something like that, especially considering whatever it was that made her an outsider among her own people made her fit in with the Egyptian people.
It intrigued Sameera, the way that other lands live, and she was more than happy to hear about what happened in other places, even considering those differences. She would likely be seen as a heathen in Judea, which made her giggle just a little bit, considering that around here she was considered more soft-spoken than most, especially for a noblewoman.
Her focus was startlingly clear on the young mother as she spoke of the excessive nature of the Egyptian temples. Sameera had thought that they weren't nearly excessive enough considering the gods did so much for them, but Sameera was a touch more religious than some others.
"Excessive?" Sameera nodded, now imagining the Judean temples not as the Egyptian ones, but instead as small wooden huts, except for the main one, which was a larger stone hut. They did have a main temple, didn't they? She had heard they only believed in just one god, but it was difficult for her to imagine what that must be like, due to her own upbringing of having many."Is there not as much gold around them? Do they not worry that the god may be displeased with the lack of extravagance?"
Sameera was getting stuck on the idea of the idea of one god. If there was just one, then it must have a lot of power, and the idea of angering a god with that much power was a bit terrifying. She was thankful, then, that her gods were the true ones, she thought, without much thought as to how anybody believing in the other gods might feel about that statement.
She was a little pleased that the young mother had stuck around to answer a few of her questions. She would be happy to leave her alone if asked, but this was one of a few experiences with people telling their stories that she had felt completely comfortable listening to the information. It helped a little that it was more like a conversation than just the woman telling a story.
"Was it difficult, moving here from your former home?" Sameera assumed that the other woman had moved fully to Egypt, along with her children. She was trying to piece together a backstory about this woman without full information, giving her a much more heroic and awesome backstory than it was likely that she had. She put the other woman on a bit of a pedestal, that way.
That gold could even be found in Judea was a laughable topic to Kahi. Being rich and having excessive wealth was frowned upon back in her homeland, yet another reason why Kahi had such a culture shock when Khufu just haphazardly gave her jewelry and gifts of gold, and how flippantly it was used when she arrived in Egypt. Shaking her head to the young lady's query, Kahi's smile was wry as she shrugged. "I cannot say I am certain how Yahweh would feel with the lack of gold, but the people of my homeland seemed to despise it. Although how they think to purchase items without it baffles me." It was clear in Kahi's dry tone that she did not think it very smart of her people at all.
But then again, that was why Kahi had left to begin with.
Shifting her weight as her sleeping child fidgeted, Kahi shrugged yet again to the second query. "I had a... my husband paid for my passage, really." To say it was easy was madness. She had somehow managed to hit all the misfortunes of the world during her trip here, not to mention the niggling uneasiness of leaving her family behind. Now she thought it had been the best decision, but young Kahi back then had been far too used to the presence of her blood family, even if they did nothing beneficial to her life.
Yet, the details of her journey was not something she easily recounted. Only Mayet and Khufu knew of it in full, and even then it was because one was her husband, and the other was the friend she had met during one of such misfortunes - or maybe it wasn't a misfortune at all, considering she had met one of her greatest friends then.
So instead, Kahi gave yet another wry smile, about to give a simple answer when she noticed how often her young children were fidgeting. Clearly, the kids were not used to standing still for too long, and if she wanted to have some semblance of sanity, she may as well bring them home now. At least in the garden of theri home, they can get to as much mischief as they want.
"Apologies miss, but I'm afraid I must bring my children back now." she murmured apologetically, motioning for the younger two to take a hand of hers, whilst the other would be guided by the eldest of her brood. Bending at her knee, Kahi gave a quick curtsy as she murmured, "Thank you once agian for your help." before quickly hurrying away. Tef-Amun was like a slippery eel, and she'd much prefer if her only daughter found adventures in familiar ground.
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That gold could even be found in Judea was a laughable topic to Kahi. Being rich and having excessive wealth was frowned upon back in her homeland, yet another reason why Kahi had such a culture shock when Khufu just haphazardly gave her jewelry and gifts of gold, and how flippantly it was used when she arrived in Egypt. Shaking her head to the young lady's query, Kahi's smile was wry as she shrugged. "I cannot say I am certain how Yahweh would feel with the lack of gold, but the people of my homeland seemed to despise it. Although how they think to purchase items without it baffles me." It was clear in Kahi's dry tone that she did not think it very smart of her people at all.
But then again, that was why Kahi had left to begin with.
Shifting her weight as her sleeping child fidgeted, Kahi shrugged yet again to the second query. "I had a... my husband paid for my passage, really." To say it was easy was madness. She had somehow managed to hit all the misfortunes of the world during her trip here, not to mention the niggling uneasiness of leaving her family behind. Now she thought it had been the best decision, but young Kahi back then had been far too used to the presence of her blood family, even if they did nothing beneficial to her life.
Yet, the details of her journey was not something she easily recounted. Only Mayet and Khufu knew of it in full, and even then it was because one was her husband, and the other was the friend she had met during one of such misfortunes - or maybe it wasn't a misfortune at all, considering she had met one of her greatest friends then.
So instead, Kahi gave yet another wry smile, about to give a simple answer when she noticed how often her young children were fidgeting. Clearly, the kids were not used to standing still for too long, and if she wanted to have some semblance of sanity, she may as well bring them home now. At least in the garden of theri home, they can get to as much mischief as they want.
"Apologies miss, but I'm afraid I must bring my children back now." she murmured apologetically, motioning for the younger two to take a hand of hers, whilst the other would be guided by the eldest of her brood. Bending at her knee, Kahi gave a quick curtsy as she murmured, "Thank you once agian for your help." before quickly hurrying away. Tef-Amun was like a slippery eel, and she'd much prefer if her only daughter found adventures in familiar ground.
That gold could even be found in Judea was a laughable topic to Kahi. Being rich and having excessive wealth was frowned upon back in her homeland, yet another reason why Kahi had such a culture shock when Khufu just haphazardly gave her jewelry and gifts of gold, and how flippantly it was used when she arrived in Egypt. Shaking her head to the young lady's query, Kahi's smile was wry as she shrugged. "I cannot say I am certain how Yahweh would feel with the lack of gold, but the people of my homeland seemed to despise it. Although how they think to purchase items without it baffles me." It was clear in Kahi's dry tone that she did not think it very smart of her people at all.
But then again, that was why Kahi had left to begin with.
Shifting her weight as her sleeping child fidgeted, Kahi shrugged yet again to the second query. "I had a... my husband paid for my passage, really." To say it was easy was madness. She had somehow managed to hit all the misfortunes of the world during her trip here, not to mention the niggling uneasiness of leaving her family behind. Now she thought it had been the best decision, but young Kahi back then had been far too used to the presence of her blood family, even if they did nothing beneficial to her life.
Yet, the details of her journey was not something she easily recounted. Only Mayet and Khufu knew of it in full, and even then it was because one was her husband, and the other was the friend she had met during one of such misfortunes - or maybe it wasn't a misfortune at all, considering she had met one of her greatest friends then.
So instead, Kahi gave yet another wry smile, about to give a simple answer when she noticed how often her young children were fidgeting. Clearly, the kids were not used to standing still for too long, and if she wanted to have some semblance of sanity, she may as well bring them home now. At least in the garden of theri home, they can get to as much mischief as they want.
"Apologies miss, but I'm afraid I must bring my children back now." she murmured apologetically, motioning for the younger two to take a hand of hers, whilst the other would be guided by the eldest of her brood. Bending at her knee, Kahi gave a quick curtsy as she murmured, "Thank you once agian for your help." before quickly hurrying away. Tef-Amun was like a slippery eel, and she'd much prefer if her only daughter found adventures in familiar ground.
Sameera tried to memorize everything that the young mother said, in case she needed it to tell one of her stories or if she ever went to Judea, which seemed unlikely for her, but she would like to be prepared if the situation came up. After all, her mother traveled the Bedoan lands before moving to Egypt and marrying Sameera's father. Maybe Sameera would end up marrying a Judean, though the woman speaking of it did not seem to approve very much of Judea, and so Sameera was uncertain if she would like it.
Then again, maybe she was quite different from the formerly Judean woman. She didn't know much about her, after all, so it was hardly far for her to judge based off of the few simple facts she had learned just from talking with her.
She found the idea of not using gold to be incredibly strange, and didn't like it too much if she was being honest, though she smiled slightly at the other woman's tone of disapproval.
Sameera nodded. From what she could tell, husbands were pretty great. Her mother's husband, her father, had been kind enough to love her even though she was a Bedoan and a rumoured baby-eater because of that, and now this woman's husband was kind enough to pay for her to come all the way to Egypt.
Distance wasn't as concrete a concept in Sameera's head as the cultures, rumors, and words spread about and through different provinces, kingdoms, and 'gesins,' as her mother had informed her of the organizations.
Sameera glanced at the children every now and again, wondering sometimes if she had ever been that small. She did not think she had, but then again, perspective changed everything. She wondered if she had looked strange as a small child, with her head shaved so she could wear her favourite wig. Now that she was older she felt that the look of her naturally grown hair was much nicer than a wig, but she had enjoyed them much more as a young teenager, before she was eligible for anything like marriage.
"Oh, it's no bother." Sameera waved at the children as if they were dolls rather than human beings, though she knew they were at the very least clever enough to cause mischief. Being one of the youngest of the nobles gave her little experience with children, but she tried her best, especially if the Queen decided that one of the Haikaddad girls should assist her with her child.
The idea was mildly terrifying, if not curiosity-inducing. Besides that, she was almost certain she'd have to get married to someone or other now that she was growing older, and though she didn't find herself as pretty as the Isazari girls, she knew that she was at least a little pleasant to look at and could possibly have gotten married younger, though she didn't have the same type of expectations the young Queen had on her shoulders. She smiled at the children in what she hoped was a pleasant way, she was not quite certain if they would like the same smile she flashed at others her age, or even at those who were older.
"Thank you for the conversation," Sameera said, a little embarrassed to be curtsied at. Despite the disguise she had believed to be near-perfect, she still stood out enough to be recognized, which was unfortunate for someone who wished to see what things were really like when nobles like her weren't around.
Sameera watched as the family left, standing still in the bustling marketplace. Well, there might be other stories around, other people to find with more interesting things to say. Sameera brushed herself off and went off in the search of inspiration.
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Sameera tried to memorize everything that the young mother said, in case she needed it to tell one of her stories or if she ever went to Judea, which seemed unlikely for her, but she would like to be prepared if the situation came up. After all, her mother traveled the Bedoan lands before moving to Egypt and marrying Sameera's father. Maybe Sameera would end up marrying a Judean, though the woman speaking of it did not seem to approve very much of Judea, and so Sameera was uncertain if she would like it.
Then again, maybe she was quite different from the formerly Judean woman. She didn't know much about her, after all, so it was hardly far for her to judge based off of the few simple facts she had learned just from talking with her.
She found the idea of not using gold to be incredibly strange, and didn't like it too much if she was being honest, though she smiled slightly at the other woman's tone of disapproval.
Sameera nodded. From what she could tell, husbands were pretty great. Her mother's husband, her father, had been kind enough to love her even though she was a Bedoan and a rumoured baby-eater because of that, and now this woman's husband was kind enough to pay for her to come all the way to Egypt.
Distance wasn't as concrete a concept in Sameera's head as the cultures, rumors, and words spread about and through different provinces, kingdoms, and 'gesins,' as her mother had informed her of the organizations.
Sameera glanced at the children every now and again, wondering sometimes if she had ever been that small. She did not think she had, but then again, perspective changed everything. She wondered if she had looked strange as a small child, with her head shaved so she could wear her favourite wig. Now that she was older she felt that the look of her naturally grown hair was much nicer than a wig, but she had enjoyed them much more as a young teenager, before she was eligible for anything like marriage.
"Oh, it's no bother." Sameera waved at the children as if they were dolls rather than human beings, though she knew they were at the very least clever enough to cause mischief. Being one of the youngest of the nobles gave her little experience with children, but she tried her best, especially if the Queen decided that one of the Haikaddad girls should assist her with her child.
The idea was mildly terrifying, if not curiosity-inducing. Besides that, she was almost certain she'd have to get married to someone or other now that she was growing older, and though she didn't find herself as pretty as the Isazari girls, she knew that she was at least a little pleasant to look at and could possibly have gotten married younger, though she didn't have the same type of expectations the young Queen had on her shoulders. She smiled at the children in what she hoped was a pleasant way, she was not quite certain if they would like the same smile she flashed at others her age, or even at those who were older.
"Thank you for the conversation," Sameera said, a little embarrassed to be curtsied at. Despite the disguise she had believed to be near-perfect, she still stood out enough to be recognized, which was unfortunate for someone who wished to see what things were really like when nobles like her weren't around.
Sameera watched as the family left, standing still in the bustling marketplace. Well, there might be other stories around, other people to find with more interesting things to say. Sameera brushed herself off and went off in the search of inspiration.
Sameera tried to memorize everything that the young mother said, in case she needed it to tell one of her stories or if she ever went to Judea, which seemed unlikely for her, but she would like to be prepared if the situation came up. After all, her mother traveled the Bedoan lands before moving to Egypt and marrying Sameera's father. Maybe Sameera would end up marrying a Judean, though the woman speaking of it did not seem to approve very much of Judea, and so Sameera was uncertain if she would like it.
Then again, maybe she was quite different from the formerly Judean woman. She didn't know much about her, after all, so it was hardly far for her to judge based off of the few simple facts she had learned just from talking with her.
She found the idea of not using gold to be incredibly strange, and didn't like it too much if she was being honest, though she smiled slightly at the other woman's tone of disapproval.
Sameera nodded. From what she could tell, husbands were pretty great. Her mother's husband, her father, had been kind enough to love her even though she was a Bedoan and a rumoured baby-eater because of that, and now this woman's husband was kind enough to pay for her to come all the way to Egypt.
Distance wasn't as concrete a concept in Sameera's head as the cultures, rumors, and words spread about and through different provinces, kingdoms, and 'gesins,' as her mother had informed her of the organizations.
Sameera glanced at the children every now and again, wondering sometimes if she had ever been that small. She did not think she had, but then again, perspective changed everything. She wondered if she had looked strange as a small child, with her head shaved so she could wear her favourite wig. Now that she was older she felt that the look of her naturally grown hair was much nicer than a wig, but she had enjoyed them much more as a young teenager, before she was eligible for anything like marriage.
"Oh, it's no bother." Sameera waved at the children as if they were dolls rather than human beings, though she knew they were at the very least clever enough to cause mischief. Being one of the youngest of the nobles gave her little experience with children, but she tried her best, especially if the Queen decided that one of the Haikaddad girls should assist her with her child.
The idea was mildly terrifying, if not curiosity-inducing. Besides that, she was almost certain she'd have to get married to someone or other now that she was growing older, and though she didn't find herself as pretty as the Isazari girls, she knew that she was at least a little pleasant to look at and could possibly have gotten married younger, though she didn't have the same type of expectations the young Queen had on her shoulders. She smiled at the children in what she hoped was a pleasant way, she was not quite certain if they would like the same smile she flashed at others her age, or even at those who were older.
"Thank you for the conversation," Sameera said, a little embarrassed to be curtsied at. Despite the disguise she had believed to be near-perfect, she still stood out enough to be recognized, which was unfortunate for someone who wished to see what things were really like when nobles like her weren't around.
Sameera watched as the family left, standing still in the bustling marketplace. Well, there might be other stories around, other people to find with more interesting things to say. Sameera brushed herself off and went off in the search of inspiration.