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Osiria had never been to the palace. Marveled from a distance, yes, but never stepped inside. This first venture within had been driven by an awareness that the H'Abaddi's new position meant that some of the chores she had previously seen to herself were now falling to the recently afforded servants and more of her managerial duties were falling to Ressiah. She was glad to see her sister-in-law stepping into her role so well, she'd come a long way since first arriving in their home, but that left Osiria with less. As a woman with a busy mind and a preference for busy hands as well, this was problematic. She had brought the household financial records to up-to-date near-perfection in her drive to find something to do. The kitchen was in order, the house cleaned, and every other minutia she could possibly think to do or hand off to another had been accomplished. What was it that noble women did with their time? The quiet caused by their status and wealth was nearly maddening. It almost made her miss her days spent weaving to earn money for food. She'd considered taking that up again as a hobby, but it did nothing to quiet her mind.
It had been in passing that she'd heard about the scholar in the palace library. The wheels of her mind had begun turning. It had been the pursuit of knowledge that had allowed her to support her family in their younger years. Sethtah's time as a low-ranking soldier had ensured he was cared for, but she and Fumisa had needed to eat. So she had learned. Observation and time spent with older women had taught her how to weave and sew, acceptable skills for a girl to use to support herself. A bit of stealth in watching how employers handled their money and a good deal of intuition had led to her bookkeeping ability. Years of practice and trial and error had taught her how to manage a home. There had been no mother there to ensure that she learned the necessary skills, so she had made do. She had survived by using the mind the gods gave her.
She was not prone to gossip, as many of her peers, too driven to sit and idly chat about politics and disputes. Nor did she take pleasure in wandering about to be seen or luring men into her bed. She preferred useful tasks. What could be more useful than an opportunity to learn? Men had their swords and prestige. She would use her wits to make her way in this world. Knowledge was a powerful weapon and tool.
Her visit had prompted her to dress the part of her status. A white kalasiri and golden jewelry marked her as a woman of means. Still, there was a simplicity of the design of her attire, born out of a lack of interest in being decorated in excess as some of the other ladies seemed to favor. It was enough, and she wanted no more because there was no reason to beyond vanity.
To be honest, she had no idea what this scholar she'd heard of could offer, or if he would even be willing to consider teaching a woman anything. If her years of surviving the streets had taught her anything, though, it was that opportunities rarely appeared out of thin air- they had to be made. If he denied her the opportunity to expand her mind, she would be in no worse a position than she was currently and she would seek a different path.
Her entrance gained through an introduction as the sister of the General H'Abaddi and a 'need to conduct business with the scholar, Zoser', she was shown to the library. Such a repository of information was beyond her. She had never seen the likes of it before. Standing just inside the entrance, her eyes slightly widened, she took in the interior with a sense of awe.
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Osiria had never been to the palace. Marveled from a distance, yes, but never stepped inside. This first venture within had been driven by an awareness that the H'Abaddi's new position meant that some of the chores she had previously seen to herself were now falling to the recently afforded servants and more of her managerial duties were falling to Ressiah. She was glad to see her sister-in-law stepping into her role so well, she'd come a long way since first arriving in their home, but that left Osiria with less. As a woman with a busy mind and a preference for busy hands as well, this was problematic. She had brought the household financial records to up-to-date near-perfection in her drive to find something to do. The kitchen was in order, the house cleaned, and every other minutia she could possibly think to do or hand off to another had been accomplished. What was it that noble women did with their time? The quiet caused by their status and wealth was nearly maddening. It almost made her miss her days spent weaving to earn money for food. She'd considered taking that up again as a hobby, but it did nothing to quiet her mind.
It had been in passing that she'd heard about the scholar in the palace library. The wheels of her mind had begun turning. It had been the pursuit of knowledge that had allowed her to support her family in their younger years. Sethtah's time as a low-ranking soldier had ensured he was cared for, but she and Fumisa had needed to eat. So she had learned. Observation and time spent with older women had taught her how to weave and sew, acceptable skills for a girl to use to support herself. A bit of stealth in watching how employers handled their money and a good deal of intuition had led to her bookkeeping ability. Years of practice and trial and error had taught her how to manage a home. There had been no mother there to ensure that she learned the necessary skills, so she had made do. She had survived by using the mind the gods gave her.
She was not prone to gossip, as many of her peers, too driven to sit and idly chat about politics and disputes. Nor did she take pleasure in wandering about to be seen or luring men into her bed. She preferred useful tasks. What could be more useful than an opportunity to learn? Men had their swords and prestige. She would use her wits to make her way in this world. Knowledge was a powerful weapon and tool.
Her visit had prompted her to dress the part of her status. A white kalasiri and golden jewelry marked her as a woman of means. Still, there was a simplicity of the design of her attire, born out of a lack of interest in being decorated in excess as some of the other ladies seemed to favor. It was enough, and she wanted no more because there was no reason to beyond vanity.
To be honest, she had no idea what this scholar she'd heard of could offer, or if he would even be willing to consider teaching a woman anything. If her years of surviving the streets had taught her anything, though, it was that opportunities rarely appeared out of thin air- they had to be made. If he denied her the opportunity to expand her mind, she would be in no worse a position than she was currently and she would seek a different path.
Her entrance gained through an introduction as the sister of the General H'Abaddi and a 'need to conduct business with the scholar, Zoser', she was shown to the library. Such a repository of information was beyond her. She had never seen the likes of it before. Standing just inside the entrance, her eyes slightly widened, she took in the interior with a sense of awe.
Osiria had never been to the palace. Marveled from a distance, yes, but never stepped inside. This first venture within had been driven by an awareness that the H'Abaddi's new position meant that some of the chores she had previously seen to herself were now falling to the recently afforded servants and more of her managerial duties were falling to Ressiah. She was glad to see her sister-in-law stepping into her role so well, she'd come a long way since first arriving in their home, but that left Osiria with less. As a woman with a busy mind and a preference for busy hands as well, this was problematic. She had brought the household financial records to up-to-date near-perfection in her drive to find something to do. The kitchen was in order, the house cleaned, and every other minutia she could possibly think to do or hand off to another had been accomplished. What was it that noble women did with their time? The quiet caused by their status and wealth was nearly maddening. It almost made her miss her days spent weaving to earn money for food. She'd considered taking that up again as a hobby, but it did nothing to quiet her mind.
It had been in passing that she'd heard about the scholar in the palace library. The wheels of her mind had begun turning. It had been the pursuit of knowledge that had allowed her to support her family in their younger years. Sethtah's time as a low-ranking soldier had ensured he was cared for, but she and Fumisa had needed to eat. So she had learned. Observation and time spent with older women had taught her how to weave and sew, acceptable skills for a girl to use to support herself. A bit of stealth in watching how employers handled their money and a good deal of intuition had led to her bookkeeping ability. Years of practice and trial and error had taught her how to manage a home. There had been no mother there to ensure that she learned the necessary skills, so she had made do. She had survived by using the mind the gods gave her.
She was not prone to gossip, as many of her peers, too driven to sit and idly chat about politics and disputes. Nor did she take pleasure in wandering about to be seen or luring men into her bed. She preferred useful tasks. What could be more useful than an opportunity to learn? Men had their swords and prestige. She would use her wits to make her way in this world. Knowledge was a powerful weapon and tool.
Her visit had prompted her to dress the part of her status. A white kalasiri and golden jewelry marked her as a woman of means. Still, there was a simplicity of the design of her attire, born out of a lack of interest in being decorated in excess as some of the other ladies seemed to favor. It was enough, and she wanted no more because there was no reason to beyond vanity.
To be honest, she had no idea what this scholar she'd heard of could offer, or if he would even be willing to consider teaching a woman anything. If her years of surviving the streets had taught her anything, though, it was that opportunities rarely appeared out of thin air- they had to be made. If he denied her the opportunity to expand her mind, she would be in no worse a position than she was currently and she would seek a different path.
Her entrance gained through an introduction as the sister of the General H'Abaddi and a 'need to conduct business with the scholar, Zoser', she was shown to the library. Such a repository of information was beyond her. She had never seen the likes of it before. Standing just inside the entrance, her eyes slightly widened, she took in the interior with a sense of awe.
Khufu loved his job, he was an intelligent man, quick witted, great at remembering and interested in all sorts of subjects. But his favourite part of his job was when Zoser was gone and he could plant himself on the nearest chair and let sleep take him. That was what he had been doing when one of the servants of the library came to find him and inform him that a noble woman had just entered the library. Awoken from his slumber, he stood from his chair and did his best to smooth his clothing out so he didn’t look completely dishevelled, though it didn’t help much.
He stepped out of the back room where he had decided to take his nap, and went towards the front entrance where he spotted the woman that the servant had spoken of, while she was not decked out in a lot of gold, it was clear she was still noble.
“My lady.” He greeted, giving a respectful bow to the woman that was above him in title and noble blood.
“Is there something I can assist you with?” He asked. They didn’t often get visitors that weren’t fellow scholars or writers bringing their works in for consideration as an addition to the libraries collection. It was even rarer that they saw nobility, and it was extremely surprising to see a noble woman standing there in his library.
He didn’t let his surprise show on his face, trying his best to look professional. Out of the two of them, Zoser was the one who was much better at looking professional. Khufu was just there to add his intelligence to the mix and hide in the back of the library, and every once in awhile he would do some work. But since Zoser was not there that day to deal with anyone who came in, it was up to Khufu to do such things.
He didn’t think that this woman would ask much of him, likely she just had a question or was sent to get something for someone else. He hoped that it was something simple that he could deal with quickly and return to his nap, he was having the best sleep until he had been interrupted.
Right on cue, as if the animal had read his thought about being interrupted, his cat came wandering over, giving a yowl to the new person, the pure black animal jumped up onto Khufu’s shoulder where it settled, bright yellow eyes staring intensely at the woman as it sat there and studied this newcomer.
“My apologies, she’s not used to people being in here. This is Miane.” He said, motioning to the cat who sat nearly completely still on his shoulder, eyes still locked on the stranger. His cat was an odd one, and he hadn’t even wanted the animal originally, and had intended to give it to his kids. But two years later, the creature was every where that Khufu was.
He waited there, eager to hear what she wanted so he could get back to napping.
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Khufu loved his job, he was an intelligent man, quick witted, great at remembering and interested in all sorts of subjects. But his favourite part of his job was when Zoser was gone and he could plant himself on the nearest chair and let sleep take him. That was what he had been doing when one of the servants of the library came to find him and inform him that a noble woman had just entered the library. Awoken from his slumber, he stood from his chair and did his best to smooth his clothing out so he didn’t look completely dishevelled, though it didn’t help much.
He stepped out of the back room where he had decided to take his nap, and went towards the front entrance where he spotted the woman that the servant had spoken of, while she was not decked out in a lot of gold, it was clear she was still noble.
“My lady.” He greeted, giving a respectful bow to the woman that was above him in title and noble blood.
“Is there something I can assist you with?” He asked. They didn’t often get visitors that weren’t fellow scholars or writers bringing their works in for consideration as an addition to the libraries collection. It was even rarer that they saw nobility, and it was extremely surprising to see a noble woman standing there in his library.
He didn’t let his surprise show on his face, trying his best to look professional. Out of the two of them, Zoser was the one who was much better at looking professional. Khufu was just there to add his intelligence to the mix and hide in the back of the library, and every once in awhile he would do some work. But since Zoser was not there that day to deal with anyone who came in, it was up to Khufu to do such things.
He didn’t think that this woman would ask much of him, likely she just had a question or was sent to get something for someone else. He hoped that it was something simple that he could deal with quickly and return to his nap, he was having the best sleep until he had been interrupted.
Right on cue, as if the animal had read his thought about being interrupted, his cat came wandering over, giving a yowl to the new person, the pure black animal jumped up onto Khufu’s shoulder where it settled, bright yellow eyes staring intensely at the woman as it sat there and studied this newcomer.
“My apologies, she’s not used to people being in here. This is Miane.” He said, motioning to the cat who sat nearly completely still on his shoulder, eyes still locked on the stranger. His cat was an odd one, and he hadn’t even wanted the animal originally, and had intended to give it to his kids. But two years later, the creature was every where that Khufu was.
He waited there, eager to hear what she wanted so he could get back to napping.
Khufu loved his job, he was an intelligent man, quick witted, great at remembering and interested in all sorts of subjects. But his favourite part of his job was when Zoser was gone and he could plant himself on the nearest chair and let sleep take him. That was what he had been doing when one of the servants of the library came to find him and inform him that a noble woman had just entered the library. Awoken from his slumber, he stood from his chair and did his best to smooth his clothing out so he didn’t look completely dishevelled, though it didn’t help much.
He stepped out of the back room where he had decided to take his nap, and went towards the front entrance where he spotted the woman that the servant had spoken of, while she was not decked out in a lot of gold, it was clear she was still noble.
“My lady.” He greeted, giving a respectful bow to the woman that was above him in title and noble blood.
“Is there something I can assist you with?” He asked. They didn’t often get visitors that weren’t fellow scholars or writers bringing their works in for consideration as an addition to the libraries collection. It was even rarer that they saw nobility, and it was extremely surprising to see a noble woman standing there in his library.
He didn’t let his surprise show on his face, trying his best to look professional. Out of the two of them, Zoser was the one who was much better at looking professional. Khufu was just there to add his intelligence to the mix and hide in the back of the library, and every once in awhile he would do some work. But since Zoser was not there that day to deal with anyone who came in, it was up to Khufu to do such things.
He didn’t think that this woman would ask much of him, likely she just had a question or was sent to get something for someone else. He hoped that it was something simple that he could deal with quickly and return to his nap, he was having the best sleep until he had been interrupted.
Right on cue, as if the animal had read his thought about being interrupted, his cat came wandering over, giving a yowl to the new person, the pure black animal jumped up onto Khufu’s shoulder where it settled, bright yellow eyes staring intensely at the woman as it sat there and studied this newcomer.
“My apologies, she’s not used to people being in here. This is Miane.” He said, motioning to the cat who sat nearly completely still on his shoulder, eyes still locked on the stranger. His cat was an odd one, and he hadn’t even wanted the animal originally, and had intended to give it to his kids. But two years later, the creature was every where that Khufu was.
He waited there, eager to hear what she wanted so he could get back to napping.