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Round up! Round up! Come one, come all! Witness the spectacle that holds all of Egypt on tenterhooks. Gasp as the acrobats fly high above your head or cower at the power of a lion's roar. Within the big top there is much to see and much to gape upon. But what really gives you the thrills of excitement are the dark and intricate looks; the swirling colour; the bizarrities of nature and the sizzling eroticism of the exotic...
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Round up! Round up! Come one, come all! Witness the spectacle that holds all of Egypt on tenterhooks. Gasp as the acrobats fly high above your head or cower at the power of a lion's roar. Within the big top there is much to see and much to gape upon. But what really gives you the thrills of excitement are the dark and intricate looks; the swirling colour; the bizarrities of nature and the sizzling eroticism of the exotic...
The Greatest Show On Earth Event - Egypt
Round up! Round up! Come one, come all! Witness the spectacle that holds all of Egypt on tenterhooks. Gasp as the acrobats fly high above your head or cower at the power of a lion's roar. Within the big top there is much to see and much to gape upon. But what really gives you the thrills of excitement are the dark and intricate looks; the swirling colour; the bizarrities of nature and the sizzling eroticism of the exotic...
The time for festivities was nigh.
The Tempest of Set breathed with life as the light of Ra fell and gave way to the embrace of Nephthys. There was a shiver in the air as the turn of the season led to the embrace of winter and yet... Amenemhat of the Tempest of Set felt nothing but excitement.
The cold did not phase him, for the flames of the fire dancers were his warmth. Nerves did not affect him, for the strength of his performers was his own. Fear did not exist, for in this and every other night, performance was his joy. Amenemhat did not boast of his own talents, but sought to bring rise to the strengths of others. Nor was the young man affected by the volume, the beating drums that resonated from within and outside of the tent, every tap in unison and resonant with the beating of the human heart.
The circus ringmaster had held his position for five years and yet, never did he tire of it. Never did he complain in the morning when his legs were sore or his voice was hoarse. All that he did in offering to the God of Chaos, his patron Set, was embodied by the circus. Entropy within and without, the chaos of unpredictability paired with the meticulous plotting, planning and arranging of performers. Order and Chaos. Without the first, the circus as it existed would be impossible. Without the second, there was no soul to be had in performance, no majesty to be found in the spectacle.
Amenemhat reveled in the play of the drums as he emerged from his tent at last, eager to greet the guests. Donning a pleated, navy shendyt that fell just below his knee, shifting with every movement he made. His shoulders were bare, save for the painted markings, the whirling of tide embossed upon his flesh and followed the path of each of his arms. Upon his back, fully visible was the intricate tattoo, familiar to those that visited the circus for it was embroidered on every tent, on the outfits of every performer and embroidered on sold cloths and trinkets outside of the massive tent that housed the predominant show.
As the performers readied themselves for the show, Amenemhat made himself useful, more than willing, if not pleased, to greet the multitude of guests. He heard the cries of his more personable slaves encouraging those to approach, but it wasn't until this moment, his emergence and the softening of the blows against the drums that the ringmaster himself spoke out. He stood in front of the closed tent, offering a deep bow matched by a wide grin set upon his lips. As he rose, a practiced flourished had his hand raise up from his side and to the rope that held the large tarps that sealed the entrance to the circus.
Just as the rope was undone, he parted his lips to speak,
"Welcome, welcome to the Tempest of Set, my dear guests! I am your ringmaster and humble servant, Amenemhat!"
He offered yet another bow before he waved over the refreshment stalls outside, available to those who could afford to pay the price. His lips curved wider still before he made eye contact with a young woman that met his gaze. Amber eyes held that stare for a brief moment before he winked and turned his attention to another. Eager to usher in guests, he stepped aside and allowed the tarps to fly open. Two slaves stepped forth to pin the tarps to the ground just as the mighty roar of one of the circus lions within could be heard. If he paid closer attention, the grating of bronze against flesh and the grunting of slaves at work could be heard as all was put into position in anticipation of the show.
"Welcome again, my friends, and know that the show begins in ten minutes. Gather your concessions, have your fortunes told, meet the performers that will someday join the main event! All that we have is yours to peruse and enjoy. So please, take your time. But," he chuckled aloud, his voice booming over the drums as he completed his statement.
"Don't take too long. The best seats are taken quickly."
Those that aren't reserved, at least, he corrected in his mind. Once his piece was said, he offered one final bow before he entered the tent, intent upon commanding his slaves and performers to get into position. He directed those few in charge of the lighting, instructing them to light the lanterns and ensure they were hanging securely. Everything needed to be perfect.
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The time for festivities was nigh.
The Tempest of Set breathed with life as the light of Ra fell and gave way to the embrace of Nephthys. There was a shiver in the air as the turn of the season led to the embrace of winter and yet... Amenemhat of the Tempest of Set felt nothing but excitement.
The cold did not phase him, for the flames of the fire dancers were his warmth. Nerves did not affect him, for the strength of his performers was his own. Fear did not exist, for in this and every other night, performance was his joy. Amenemhat did not boast of his own talents, but sought to bring rise to the strengths of others. Nor was the young man affected by the volume, the beating drums that resonated from within and outside of the tent, every tap in unison and resonant with the beating of the human heart.
The circus ringmaster had held his position for five years and yet, never did he tire of it. Never did he complain in the morning when his legs were sore or his voice was hoarse. All that he did in offering to the God of Chaos, his patron Set, was embodied by the circus. Entropy within and without, the chaos of unpredictability paired with the meticulous plotting, planning and arranging of performers. Order and Chaos. Without the first, the circus as it existed would be impossible. Without the second, there was no soul to be had in performance, no majesty to be found in the spectacle.
Amenemhat reveled in the play of the drums as he emerged from his tent at last, eager to greet the guests. Donning a pleated, navy shendyt that fell just below his knee, shifting with every movement he made. His shoulders were bare, save for the painted markings, the whirling of tide embossed upon his flesh and followed the path of each of his arms. Upon his back, fully visible was the intricate tattoo, familiar to those that visited the circus for it was embroidered on every tent, on the outfits of every performer and embroidered on sold cloths and trinkets outside of the massive tent that housed the predominant show.
As the performers readied themselves for the show, Amenemhat made himself useful, more than willing, if not pleased, to greet the multitude of guests. He heard the cries of his more personable slaves encouraging those to approach, but it wasn't until this moment, his emergence and the softening of the blows against the drums that the ringmaster himself spoke out. He stood in front of the closed tent, offering a deep bow matched by a wide grin set upon his lips. As he rose, a practiced flourished had his hand raise up from his side and to the rope that held the large tarps that sealed the entrance to the circus.
Just as the rope was undone, he parted his lips to speak,
"Welcome, welcome to the Tempest of Set, my dear guests! I am your ringmaster and humble servant, Amenemhat!"
He offered yet another bow before he waved over the refreshment stalls outside, available to those who could afford to pay the price. His lips curved wider still before he made eye contact with a young woman that met his gaze. Amber eyes held that stare for a brief moment before he winked and turned his attention to another. Eager to usher in guests, he stepped aside and allowed the tarps to fly open. Two slaves stepped forth to pin the tarps to the ground just as the mighty roar of one of the circus lions within could be heard. If he paid closer attention, the grating of bronze against flesh and the grunting of slaves at work could be heard as all was put into position in anticipation of the show.
"Welcome again, my friends, and know that the show begins in ten minutes. Gather your concessions, have your fortunes told, meet the performers that will someday join the main event! All that we have is yours to peruse and enjoy. So please, take your time. But," he chuckled aloud, his voice booming over the drums as he completed his statement.
"Don't take too long. The best seats are taken quickly."
Those that aren't reserved, at least, he corrected in his mind. Once his piece was said, he offered one final bow before he entered the tent, intent upon commanding his slaves and performers to get into position. He directed those few in charge of the lighting, instructing them to light the lanterns and ensure they were hanging securely. Everything needed to be perfect.
The time for festivities was nigh.
The Tempest of Set breathed with life as the light of Ra fell and gave way to the embrace of Nephthys. There was a shiver in the air as the turn of the season led to the embrace of winter and yet... Amenemhat of the Tempest of Set felt nothing but excitement.
The cold did not phase him, for the flames of the fire dancers were his warmth. Nerves did not affect him, for the strength of his performers was his own. Fear did not exist, for in this and every other night, performance was his joy. Amenemhat did not boast of his own talents, but sought to bring rise to the strengths of others. Nor was the young man affected by the volume, the beating drums that resonated from within and outside of the tent, every tap in unison and resonant with the beating of the human heart.
The circus ringmaster had held his position for five years and yet, never did he tire of it. Never did he complain in the morning when his legs were sore or his voice was hoarse. All that he did in offering to the God of Chaos, his patron Set, was embodied by the circus. Entropy within and without, the chaos of unpredictability paired with the meticulous plotting, planning and arranging of performers. Order and Chaos. Without the first, the circus as it existed would be impossible. Without the second, there was no soul to be had in performance, no majesty to be found in the spectacle.
Amenemhat reveled in the play of the drums as he emerged from his tent at last, eager to greet the guests. Donning a pleated, navy shendyt that fell just below his knee, shifting with every movement he made. His shoulders were bare, save for the painted markings, the whirling of tide embossed upon his flesh and followed the path of each of his arms. Upon his back, fully visible was the intricate tattoo, familiar to those that visited the circus for it was embroidered on every tent, on the outfits of every performer and embroidered on sold cloths and trinkets outside of the massive tent that housed the predominant show.
As the performers readied themselves for the show, Amenemhat made himself useful, more than willing, if not pleased, to greet the multitude of guests. He heard the cries of his more personable slaves encouraging those to approach, but it wasn't until this moment, his emergence and the softening of the blows against the drums that the ringmaster himself spoke out. He stood in front of the closed tent, offering a deep bow matched by a wide grin set upon his lips. As he rose, a practiced flourished had his hand raise up from his side and to the rope that held the large tarps that sealed the entrance to the circus.
Just as the rope was undone, he parted his lips to speak,
"Welcome, welcome to the Tempest of Set, my dear guests! I am your ringmaster and humble servant, Amenemhat!"
He offered yet another bow before he waved over the refreshment stalls outside, available to those who could afford to pay the price. His lips curved wider still before he made eye contact with a young woman that met his gaze. Amber eyes held that stare for a brief moment before he winked and turned his attention to another. Eager to usher in guests, he stepped aside and allowed the tarps to fly open. Two slaves stepped forth to pin the tarps to the ground just as the mighty roar of one of the circus lions within could be heard. If he paid closer attention, the grating of bronze against flesh and the grunting of slaves at work could be heard as all was put into position in anticipation of the show.
"Welcome again, my friends, and know that the show begins in ten minutes. Gather your concessions, have your fortunes told, meet the performers that will someday join the main event! All that we have is yours to peruse and enjoy. So please, take your time. But," he chuckled aloud, his voice booming over the drums as he completed his statement.
"Don't take too long. The best seats are taken quickly."
Those that aren't reserved, at least, he corrected in his mind. Once his piece was said, he offered one final bow before he entered the tent, intent upon commanding his slaves and performers to get into position. He directed those few in charge of the lighting, instructing them to light the lanterns and ensure they were hanging securely. Everything needed to be perfect.
Callidora stood behind the table she’d been allotted, carefully arranging her stock for what felt like the hundredth time. This was her first big event with the Tempest of Set, and she meant to prove that she was just as valuable, nay more so than her male counterparts. Her initial visit to the circus had shown her that Amenemhat and his crew had quite a few subpar vendors hawking their wares outside the big tent. Even if Dora was only now starting to claw her way back out of poverty, she still knew she could prove the quality of both her products and her services was at a level to be envied by any of the other merchants the circus partnered with.
Now, if only she could keep more of the profit.
Beholden to Lord Akhenaten H’Sheifa, much of her earnings today would go to him, in addition to the share the circus took. A woman in Egypt with no other means, Callidora had little choice but to go along with it—she knew it would have only take another week or two more before she was turned out on the streets of Cairo with nothing to her name. She ought to be thanking the gods for the fortuitous turn of events that led to her resuming business at all, but the Grecian merchant couldn’t help her resentment. Why should she do all the work while they collected the lion’s share of the reward?
Ah, well. These were problems to contemplate later. For now, she needed to keep her mind on the task at hand, for the circus’s patrons were beginning to arrive.
“Fabrics, spices, Grecian wines!” she called out in Coptic to those who approached, an open and earnest smile on her face. “Come, come, feast your eyes on the finest vittles this side of the Aegean!”
She was more than thrilled at the eager customers who flitted to her table, holding up a brightly colored bolt of silk for their inspection. After a substantial amount of ooh-ing and ahh-ing, she managed to part with a few bottles of spice, two bolts of fabric, and a case of wine before the tent even pulled back its canvas doors. If this was how business was always going to be, perhaps she ought to consider a more exclusive line of work…
Strawberry blonde hair caught the sun as she turned her head, the sound of the ringmaster’s voice gathering everyone inside. Once the doors were closed and the performance began, she would sneak away to watch, but for now, she meant to take advantage of the curiosity-seekers for as long as she could.
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Callidora stood behind the table she’d been allotted, carefully arranging her stock for what felt like the hundredth time. This was her first big event with the Tempest of Set, and she meant to prove that she was just as valuable, nay more so than her male counterparts. Her initial visit to the circus had shown her that Amenemhat and his crew had quite a few subpar vendors hawking their wares outside the big tent. Even if Dora was only now starting to claw her way back out of poverty, she still knew she could prove the quality of both her products and her services was at a level to be envied by any of the other merchants the circus partnered with.
Now, if only she could keep more of the profit.
Beholden to Lord Akhenaten H’Sheifa, much of her earnings today would go to him, in addition to the share the circus took. A woman in Egypt with no other means, Callidora had little choice but to go along with it—she knew it would have only take another week or two more before she was turned out on the streets of Cairo with nothing to her name. She ought to be thanking the gods for the fortuitous turn of events that led to her resuming business at all, but the Grecian merchant couldn’t help her resentment. Why should she do all the work while they collected the lion’s share of the reward?
Ah, well. These were problems to contemplate later. For now, she needed to keep her mind on the task at hand, for the circus’s patrons were beginning to arrive.
“Fabrics, spices, Grecian wines!” she called out in Coptic to those who approached, an open and earnest smile on her face. “Come, come, feast your eyes on the finest vittles this side of the Aegean!”
She was more than thrilled at the eager customers who flitted to her table, holding up a brightly colored bolt of silk for their inspection. After a substantial amount of ooh-ing and ahh-ing, she managed to part with a few bottles of spice, two bolts of fabric, and a case of wine before the tent even pulled back its canvas doors. If this was how business was always going to be, perhaps she ought to consider a more exclusive line of work…
Strawberry blonde hair caught the sun as she turned her head, the sound of the ringmaster’s voice gathering everyone inside. Once the doors were closed and the performance began, she would sneak away to watch, but for now, she meant to take advantage of the curiosity-seekers for as long as she could.
Callidora stood behind the table she’d been allotted, carefully arranging her stock for what felt like the hundredth time. This was her first big event with the Tempest of Set, and she meant to prove that she was just as valuable, nay more so than her male counterparts. Her initial visit to the circus had shown her that Amenemhat and his crew had quite a few subpar vendors hawking their wares outside the big tent. Even if Dora was only now starting to claw her way back out of poverty, she still knew she could prove the quality of both her products and her services was at a level to be envied by any of the other merchants the circus partnered with.
Now, if only she could keep more of the profit.
Beholden to Lord Akhenaten H’Sheifa, much of her earnings today would go to him, in addition to the share the circus took. A woman in Egypt with no other means, Callidora had little choice but to go along with it—she knew it would have only take another week or two more before she was turned out on the streets of Cairo with nothing to her name. She ought to be thanking the gods for the fortuitous turn of events that led to her resuming business at all, but the Grecian merchant couldn’t help her resentment. Why should she do all the work while they collected the lion’s share of the reward?
Ah, well. These were problems to contemplate later. For now, she needed to keep her mind on the task at hand, for the circus’s patrons were beginning to arrive.
“Fabrics, spices, Grecian wines!” she called out in Coptic to those who approached, an open and earnest smile on her face. “Come, come, feast your eyes on the finest vittles this side of the Aegean!”
She was more than thrilled at the eager customers who flitted to her table, holding up a brightly colored bolt of silk for their inspection. After a substantial amount of ooh-ing and ahh-ing, she managed to part with a few bottles of spice, two bolts of fabric, and a case of wine before the tent even pulled back its canvas doors. If this was how business was always going to be, perhaps she ought to consider a more exclusive line of work…
Strawberry blonde hair caught the sun as she turned her head, the sound of the ringmaster’s voice gathering everyone inside. Once the doors were closed and the performance began, she would sneak away to watch, but for now, she meant to take advantage of the curiosity-seekers for as long as she could.
Neithotep H’Sheifa was wide-eyed with delight as she approached the giant tent near the Port of Cairo. The eager noblewoman had been itching to visit the circus since its arrival on the outskirts of the city, but as of yet, had not been afforded the opportunity. With the Pharaoh off to war and her marriage arrangements to Narmer made null and void, Nia found her time a lot more open than it had been before. Upon learning of the grand performance to be staged tonight, she’d cried out in excitement, rushed into her brother’s room, and convinced her to accompany her for the trip.
So, it was with Akhenaten in tow that she arrived at the grand tent of the Tempest of Set as the circus named itself, a reluctant Nenet tagging along behind them. Of course, it hadn’t been her idea to invite the little sister who so clearly detested crowds, but she wasn’t going to let such a hindrance ruin her mood. After hearing tales of lion tamers and fire breathers, it was all she could do to contain her excitement—practically bouncing with it by the time they arrived.
“Hena, can you just imagine,” she gushed as they approached the tent, the setting sun catching and reflecting the golden powder dusted along her lips and cheekbones. A network gown of golden thread and soft leather sandals were all she wore in the autumn heat, meticulously drawn lines of kohl accenting her eyes. Even with few adornments beyond the palm frond wrapping around her upper arm, Neithotep was a vision of beauty, and an almost forgotten joy practically radiated from her smile. “Acrobats swinging from the roof, men swallowing whole swords…” Her grin widened even further as she released a dreamy sigh. “Have you ever seen such things?”
Lingering for only a moment among the vendors that populated the land outside the tent, her attention was quickly drawn to the man who came out to announce the show’s impending start. Clapping her hands like a child, she grinned when the ringmaster caught her eye and threw her a wink. A light flush coloring her cheeks, she wiggled her fingers in a little wave, a dark gaze lingering with interest on his retreating form.
Stop, Nia. There’s more than one reason you shouldn’t even be looking right now.
Even though that was certainly true, some habits died hard, especially for a playfully flirtatious girl like Nia. Obviously, she wasn’t going to act on it, so was there really any harm in just admiring?
Tugging at Hena’s hand and all but ignoring their surly sister, she ushered him forward. “Come on! We have to get the good seats before they’re all taken!”
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Neithotep H’Sheifa was wide-eyed with delight as she approached the giant tent near the Port of Cairo. The eager noblewoman had been itching to visit the circus since its arrival on the outskirts of the city, but as of yet, had not been afforded the opportunity. With the Pharaoh off to war and her marriage arrangements to Narmer made null and void, Nia found her time a lot more open than it had been before. Upon learning of the grand performance to be staged tonight, she’d cried out in excitement, rushed into her brother’s room, and convinced her to accompany her for the trip.
So, it was with Akhenaten in tow that she arrived at the grand tent of the Tempest of Set as the circus named itself, a reluctant Nenet tagging along behind them. Of course, it hadn’t been her idea to invite the little sister who so clearly detested crowds, but she wasn’t going to let such a hindrance ruin her mood. After hearing tales of lion tamers and fire breathers, it was all she could do to contain her excitement—practically bouncing with it by the time they arrived.
“Hena, can you just imagine,” she gushed as they approached the tent, the setting sun catching and reflecting the golden powder dusted along her lips and cheekbones. A network gown of golden thread and soft leather sandals were all she wore in the autumn heat, meticulously drawn lines of kohl accenting her eyes. Even with few adornments beyond the palm frond wrapping around her upper arm, Neithotep was a vision of beauty, and an almost forgotten joy practically radiated from her smile. “Acrobats swinging from the roof, men swallowing whole swords…” Her grin widened even further as she released a dreamy sigh. “Have you ever seen such things?”
Lingering for only a moment among the vendors that populated the land outside the tent, her attention was quickly drawn to the man who came out to announce the show’s impending start. Clapping her hands like a child, she grinned when the ringmaster caught her eye and threw her a wink. A light flush coloring her cheeks, she wiggled her fingers in a little wave, a dark gaze lingering with interest on his retreating form.
Stop, Nia. There’s more than one reason you shouldn’t even be looking right now.
Even though that was certainly true, some habits died hard, especially for a playfully flirtatious girl like Nia. Obviously, she wasn’t going to act on it, so was there really any harm in just admiring?
Tugging at Hena’s hand and all but ignoring their surly sister, she ushered him forward. “Come on! We have to get the good seats before they’re all taken!”
Neithotep H’Sheifa was wide-eyed with delight as she approached the giant tent near the Port of Cairo. The eager noblewoman had been itching to visit the circus since its arrival on the outskirts of the city, but as of yet, had not been afforded the opportunity. With the Pharaoh off to war and her marriage arrangements to Narmer made null and void, Nia found her time a lot more open than it had been before. Upon learning of the grand performance to be staged tonight, she’d cried out in excitement, rushed into her brother’s room, and convinced her to accompany her for the trip.
So, it was with Akhenaten in tow that she arrived at the grand tent of the Tempest of Set as the circus named itself, a reluctant Nenet tagging along behind them. Of course, it hadn’t been her idea to invite the little sister who so clearly detested crowds, but she wasn’t going to let such a hindrance ruin her mood. After hearing tales of lion tamers and fire breathers, it was all she could do to contain her excitement—practically bouncing with it by the time they arrived.
“Hena, can you just imagine,” she gushed as they approached the tent, the setting sun catching and reflecting the golden powder dusted along her lips and cheekbones. A network gown of golden thread and soft leather sandals were all she wore in the autumn heat, meticulously drawn lines of kohl accenting her eyes. Even with few adornments beyond the palm frond wrapping around her upper arm, Neithotep was a vision of beauty, and an almost forgotten joy practically radiated from her smile. “Acrobats swinging from the roof, men swallowing whole swords…” Her grin widened even further as she released a dreamy sigh. “Have you ever seen such things?”
Lingering for only a moment among the vendors that populated the land outside the tent, her attention was quickly drawn to the man who came out to announce the show’s impending start. Clapping her hands like a child, she grinned when the ringmaster caught her eye and threw her a wink. A light flush coloring her cheeks, she wiggled her fingers in a little wave, a dark gaze lingering with interest on his retreating form.
Stop, Nia. There’s more than one reason you shouldn’t even be looking right now.
Even though that was certainly true, some habits died hard, especially for a playfully flirtatious girl like Nia. Obviously, she wasn’t going to act on it, so was there really any harm in just admiring?
Tugging at Hena’s hand and all but ignoring their surly sister, she ushered him forward. “Come on! We have to get the good seats before they’re all taken!”
Living in Judea, Kahi had rarely got to witness a spectacle such as a circus. Judea, especially in Jerusalem, was a holy city with a large population of greatly devout people. Pious and with far more temples in their city then any other city in Judea, the very idea of performers and the waste of money for such a performance was outrageous in any religious person in Judea. Even the place they lived was built for the basis of practicality, so much so that regardless of you were upper or lower class, the houses in Judea were built in a standard shape that served particalities the best.
So what hope did she ever get to see a performance?
There were of course, cases of people coming to Judea in caravans. Their origins were unknown, but their behavior had made Kahi think of them as likely performers. But with how strict her parents had been, her and her siblings had been strictly forbidden to even go near, Kahi had had no chance to slake her curiosity.
So when the whispers of a big top opened up in Cairo, Kahi had dragged Khufu to come with her. Of course, that meant the rest of their kids had to come to, with Neferu only nine. They couldn't exactly leave them alone at home, which meant that as they entered the port of Cairo where people gathered to enter the large tent set up, brightly lit that you simply couldn't miss its presence, Kahi was already struggling to keep Tef-Amun still while simultaneously attempting to not jolt awake the sleeping Astekhu strapped to her back. Neferu and Djoser were long distracted by the lights, stalls, people, and sounds of the drums that anything Kahi tried to tell them over the racket went unheard, that she finally grabbed her husband by the arm.
"Go and get them Khufu, before we end up losing them." the brunette instructed, almost losing her grip on the slippery four-year old girl. Despite her gender, she acted just as rowdy as her two elder brothers, and Kahi wasn't lost on the reason. Still, as the tarps flew open and the people started streaming in, a flicker of excitement passed her face even as she wrangled her wildchild of a daughter in her arms. "Hush now, or we'll miss the show!" she tried to warn the young four-year old, but her own attention was split as the calls of the vendors in the stalls selling refreshments caught her eye. Grecian wines? She had never had the chance to try those before! And what color was that fabric they held up? She had never seen such shades before!
Of course, as she was looking around, Kahi couldn't help but notice that despite the throngs of people around, there were also attendees far more opulently dressed then her simple beige kalasiri sarong covering her bottom half, and the sheer white top with network that covered the top half of her body. Far past the fully-covered outfits she was raised with in Judea, Kahi had fully embraced the Egyptian style with sheer outfits that barely covered anything, enjoying the freedom it gave. But all it took was one look to notice there were nobles in attendance, decked in jewelry and gold far beyond what she could ever have, and it suddenly made her far more self aware.
Caught off guard by the appearances of nobles, Kahi suddenly looked around for her husband, eager to be back by his side. At least he would know what to do. She had never really sorted out what one did in the presence of noble families, since there was never that sort of issue back in Judea, and she hadn't had much interaction with such people in the last ten years in Egypt.
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Living in Judea, Kahi had rarely got to witness a spectacle such as a circus. Judea, especially in Jerusalem, was a holy city with a large population of greatly devout people. Pious and with far more temples in their city then any other city in Judea, the very idea of performers and the waste of money for such a performance was outrageous in any religious person in Judea. Even the place they lived was built for the basis of practicality, so much so that regardless of you were upper or lower class, the houses in Judea were built in a standard shape that served particalities the best.
So what hope did she ever get to see a performance?
There were of course, cases of people coming to Judea in caravans. Their origins were unknown, but their behavior had made Kahi think of them as likely performers. But with how strict her parents had been, her and her siblings had been strictly forbidden to even go near, Kahi had had no chance to slake her curiosity.
So when the whispers of a big top opened up in Cairo, Kahi had dragged Khufu to come with her. Of course, that meant the rest of their kids had to come to, with Neferu only nine. They couldn't exactly leave them alone at home, which meant that as they entered the port of Cairo where people gathered to enter the large tent set up, brightly lit that you simply couldn't miss its presence, Kahi was already struggling to keep Tef-Amun still while simultaneously attempting to not jolt awake the sleeping Astekhu strapped to her back. Neferu and Djoser were long distracted by the lights, stalls, people, and sounds of the drums that anything Kahi tried to tell them over the racket went unheard, that she finally grabbed her husband by the arm.
"Go and get them Khufu, before we end up losing them." the brunette instructed, almost losing her grip on the slippery four-year old girl. Despite her gender, she acted just as rowdy as her two elder brothers, and Kahi wasn't lost on the reason. Still, as the tarps flew open and the people started streaming in, a flicker of excitement passed her face even as she wrangled her wildchild of a daughter in her arms. "Hush now, or we'll miss the show!" she tried to warn the young four-year old, but her own attention was split as the calls of the vendors in the stalls selling refreshments caught her eye. Grecian wines? She had never had the chance to try those before! And what color was that fabric they held up? She had never seen such shades before!
Of course, as she was looking around, Kahi couldn't help but notice that despite the throngs of people around, there were also attendees far more opulently dressed then her simple beige kalasiri sarong covering her bottom half, and the sheer white top with network that covered the top half of her body. Far past the fully-covered outfits she was raised with in Judea, Kahi had fully embraced the Egyptian style with sheer outfits that barely covered anything, enjoying the freedom it gave. But all it took was one look to notice there were nobles in attendance, decked in jewelry and gold far beyond what she could ever have, and it suddenly made her far more self aware.
Caught off guard by the appearances of nobles, Kahi suddenly looked around for her husband, eager to be back by his side. At least he would know what to do. She had never really sorted out what one did in the presence of noble families, since there was never that sort of issue back in Judea, and she hadn't had much interaction with such people in the last ten years in Egypt.
Living in Judea, Kahi had rarely got to witness a spectacle such as a circus. Judea, especially in Jerusalem, was a holy city with a large population of greatly devout people. Pious and with far more temples in their city then any other city in Judea, the very idea of performers and the waste of money for such a performance was outrageous in any religious person in Judea. Even the place they lived was built for the basis of practicality, so much so that regardless of you were upper or lower class, the houses in Judea were built in a standard shape that served particalities the best.
So what hope did she ever get to see a performance?
There were of course, cases of people coming to Judea in caravans. Their origins were unknown, but their behavior had made Kahi think of them as likely performers. But with how strict her parents had been, her and her siblings had been strictly forbidden to even go near, Kahi had had no chance to slake her curiosity.
So when the whispers of a big top opened up in Cairo, Kahi had dragged Khufu to come with her. Of course, that meant the rest of their kids had to come to, with Neferu only nine. They couldn't exactly leave them alone at home, which meant that as they entered the port of Cairo where people gathered to enter the large tent set up, brightly lit that you simply couldn't miss its presence, Kahi was already struggling to keep Tef-Amun still while simultaneously attempting to not jolt awake the sleeping Astekhu strapped to her back. Neferu and Djoser were long distracted by the lights, stalls, people, and sounds of the drums that anything Kahi tried to tell them over the racket went unheard, that she finally grabbed her husband by the arm.
"Go and get them Khufu, before we end up losing them." the brunette instructed, almost losing her grip on the slippery four-year old girl. Despite her gender, she acted just as rowdy as her two elder brothers, and Kahi wasn't lost on the reason. Still, as the tarps flew open and the people started streaming in, a flicker of excitement passed her face even as she wrangled her wildchild of a daughter in her arms. "Hush now, or we'll miss the show!" she tried to warn the young four-year old, but her own attention was split as the calls of the vendors in the stalls selling refreshments caught her eye. Grecian wines? She had never had the chance to try those before! And what color was that fabric they held up? She had never seen such shades before!
Of course, as she was looking around, Kahi couldn't help but notice that despite the throngs of people around, there were also attendees far more opulently dressed then her simple beige kalasiri sarong covering her bottom half, and the sheer white top with network that covered the top half of her body. Far past the fully-covered outfits she was raised with in Judea, Kahi had fully embraced the Egyptian style with sheer outfits that barely covered anything, enjoying the freedom it gave. But all it took was one look to notice there were nobles in attendance, decked in jewelry and gold far beyond what she could ever have, and it suddenly made her far more self aware.
Caught off guard by the appearances of nobles, Kahi suddenly looked around for her husband, eager to be back by his side. At least he would know what to do. She had never really sorted out what one did in the presence of noble families, since there was never that sort of issue back in Judea, and she hadn't had much interaction with such people in the last ten years in Egypt.
It was true. Nenet was sulking. She wore a kalasiris of the deepest red, something she wouldn’t have done in the day because it drew too much notice but at night? It blended nearly perfectly with the shadows. Over it, she wore a sheer linen shawl which she kept tucked closely to her body, her hands buried in it as though it was the thickest cloak, designed to keep people out. She eyed the circus tent dubiously, a little impressed despite herself, but the brief wonderment vanished the second Nia gushed to Hena. Nenet made a face, murmuring along silently with just her lips, mocking her sister and brother behind their backs. “Hena, can you just imagine, acrobats swinging from the roof, men swallowing whole swords…” Nenet made a little swinging gesture with her hands and the swallowing swords made her snort and leave off the mocking. Nia swallowed lots of swords, she imagined. Nenet’s attention wandered away from her siblings and around to the stalls. She could smell bowls of sweet, honeyed fruit and those had to be expensive. That meant she needed one. Wandering away from Nia and Hena, who likely weren’t paying her much mind anyway, she approached the stall with the fruit bowls. The bowls themselves were comprised of papyrus, wholly disposable and Nenet purchased one for a coin. She popped the melon chunk into her mouth and savored the delicious, refreshing flavor on her tongue. Wholly inattentive to her brother and sister, she wandered along to more stalls, looking at the exotic items on display and thinking she might buy one for their mother, or even their father, but the quality...she didn’t want to present Onuphrious with something he either already had or something that he would clearly see was inferior to something he could get himself. Besides, most of the things she saw off hand her mother would sniff at.
Somewhere behind her, a man was shouting the virtues of the circus and Nenet gave him a look over her shoulder, watching him wink right at Nia. She looked away again, snorting nearly into her fruit bowl when she saw Nia give a little return wave. Did her sister never learn? Rolling her eyes, Nenet kept wandering further away from the entrance of the tent, looking along the stalls and passing over most of it as she popped fruit in her mouth, chewing daintily the entire way. As much as her siblings ignored her, she ignored them in return. Nenet did not need friends, and she definitely wasn’t going to beg for friendship from people like Nia and Hena who’d made it clear on multiple occasions they thought her weak and stupid. Perhaps she was weak, in body but they had very little idea of what she was actually capable of, if given opportunity. She was the daughter of Iaheru and that same venom did run through her own veins. She was just a little more quiet about it.
Nenet took a cup of wine from one of the stalls that purported to be from Greece and had just turned when two children zoomed past, nearly bowling her over. Her wine nearly spilled and definitely would have if the vendor hadn’t reached out and saved, it, and Nenet pressed harder against the stall to avoid someone that she thought was chasing after the rascal children. Honestly. These peasants. Her earrings clinked as she turned to get the cup from the wine vendor, who held it out to her, and she moved on, spying what was clearly a Greek woman tending a stall.
Nenet so rarely saw foreigners and even rarer still were ones with such bright hair. She looked at the wine she had in her hand, realized she should have thought to buy from here, and downed the entire thing so that she could pretend she needed more. Moving up to the stall, she smiled a little and held out the cup in a clear indication she wanted it filled, looking Callidora over in undisguised fascination, just as she might a feral cat she found pretty.
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It was true. Nenet was sulking. She wore a kalasiris of the deepest red, something she wouldn’t have done in the day because it drew too much notice but at night? It blended nearly perfectly with the shadows. Over it, she wore a sheer linen shawl which she kept tucked closely to her body, her hands buried in it as though it was the thickest cloak, designed to keep people out. She eyed the circus tent dubiously, a little impressed despite herself, but the brief wonderment vanished the second Nia gushed to Hena. Nenet made a face, murmuring along silently with just her lips, mocking her sister and brother behind their backs. “Hena, can you just imagine, acrobats swinging from the roof, men swallowing whole swords…” Nenet made a little swinging gesture with her hands and the swallowing swords made her snort and leave off the mocking. Nia swallowed lots of swords, she imagined. Nenet’s attention wandered away from her siblings and around to the stalls. She could smell bowls of sweet, honeyed fruit and those had to be expensive. That meant she needed one. Wandering away from Nia and Hena, who likely weren’t paying her much mind anyway, she approached the stall with the fruit bowls. The bowls themselves were comprised of papyrus, wholly disposable and Nenet purchased one for a coin. She popped the melon chunk into her mouth and savored the delicious, refreshing flavor on her tongue. Wholly inattentive to her brother and sister, she wandered along to more stalls, looking at the exotic items on display and thinking she might buy one for their mother, or even their father, but the quality...she didn’t want to present Onuphrious with something he either already had or something that he would clearly see was inferior to something he could get himself. Besides, most of the things she saw off hand her mother would sniff at.
Somewhere behind her, a man was shouting the virtues of the circus and Nenet gave him a look over her shoulder, watching him wink right at Nia. She looked away again, snorting nearly into her fruit bowl when she saw Nia give a little return wave. Did her sister never learn? Rolling her eyes, Nenet kept wandering further away from the entrance of the tent, looking along the stalls and passing over most of it as she popped fruit in her mouth, chewing daintily the entire way. As much as her siblings ignored her, she ignored them in return. Nenet did not need friends, and she definitely wasn’t going to beg for friendship from people like Nia and Hena who’d made it clear on multiple occasions they thought her weak and stupid. Perhaps she was weak, in body but they had very little idea of what she was actually capable of, if given opportunity. She was the daughter of Iaheru and that same venom did run through her own veins. She was just a little more quiet about it.
Nenet took a cup of wine from one of the stalls that purported to be from Greece and had just turned when two children zoomed past, nearly bowling her over. Her wine nearly spilled and definitely would have if the vendor hadn’t reached out and saved, it, and Nenet pressed harder against the stall to avoid someone that she thought was chasing after the rascal children. Honestly. These peasants. Her earrings clinked as she turned to get the cup from the wine vendor, who held it out to her, and she moved on, spying what was clearly a Greek woman tending a stall.
Nenet so rarely saw foreigners and even rarer still were ones with such bright hair. She looked at the wine she had in her hand, realized she should have thought to buy from here, and downed the entire thing so that she could pretend she needed more. Moving up to the stall, she smiled a little and held out the cup in a clear indication she wanted it filled, looking Callidora over in undisguised fascination, just as she might a feral cat she found pretty.
It was true. Nenet was sulking. She wore a kalasiris of the deepest red, something she wouldn’t have done in the day because it drew too much notice but at night? It blended nearly perfectly with the shadows. Over it, she wore a sheer linen shawl which she kept tucked closely to her body, her hands buried in it as though it was the thickest cloak, designed to keep people out. She eyed the circus tent dubiously, a little impressed despite herself, but the brief wonderment vanished the second Nia gushed to Hena. Nenet made a face, murmuring along silently with just her lips, mocking her sister and brother behind their backs. “Hena, can you just imagine, acrobats swinging from the roof, men swallowing whole swords…” Nenet made a little swinging gesture with her hands and the swallowing swords made her snort and leave off the mocking. Nia swallowed lots of swords, she imagined. Nenet’s attention wandered away from her siblings and around to the stalls. She could smell bowls of sweet, honeyed fruit and those had to be expensive. That meant she needed one. Wandering away from Nia and Hena, who likely weren’t paying her much mind anyway, she approached the stall with the fruit bowls. The bowls themselves were comprised of papyrus, wholly disposable and Nenet purchased one for a coin. She popped the melon chunk into her mouth and savored the delicious, refreshing flavor on her tongue. Wholly inattentive to her brother and sister, she wandered along to more stalls, looking at the exotic items on display and thinking she might buy one for their mother, or even their father, but the quality...she didn’t want to present Onuphrious with something he either already had or something that he would clearly see was inferior to something he could get himself. Besides, most of the things she saw off hand her mother would sniff at.
Somewhere behind her, a man was shouting the virtues of the circus and Nenet gave him a look over her shoulder, watching him wink right at Nia. She looked away again, snorting nearly into her fruit bowl when she saw Nia give a little return wave. Did her sister never learn? Rolling her eyes, Nenet kept wandering further away from the entrance of the tent, looking along the stalls and passing over most of it as she popped fruit in her mouth, chewing daintily the entire way. As much as her siblings ignored her, she ignored them in return. Nenet did not need friends, and she definitely wasn’t going to beg for friendship from people like Nia and Hena who’d made it clear on multiple occasions they thought her weak and stupid. Perhaps she was weak, in body but they had very little idea of what she was actually capable of, if given opportunity. She was the daughter of Iaheru and that same venom did run through her own veins. She was just a little more quiet about it.
Nenet took a cup of wine from one of the stalls that purported to be from Greece and had just turned when two children zoomed past, nearly bowling her over. Her wine nearly spilled and definitely would have if the vendor hadn’t reached out and saved, it, and Nenet pressed harder against the stall to avoid someone that she thought was chasing after the rascal children. Honestly. These peasants. Her earrings clinked as she turned to get the cup from the wine vendor, who held it out to her, and she moved on, spying what was clearly a Greek woman tending a stall.
Nenet so rarely saw foreigners and even rarer still were ones with such bright hair. She looked at the wine she had in her hand, realized she should have thought to buy from here, and downed the entire thing so that she could pretend she needed more. Moving up to the stall, she smiled a little and held out the cup in a clear indication she wanted it filled, looking Callidora over in undisguised fascination, just as she might a feral cat she found pretty.
Callidora laughed at the children who floated by her stall, a pair of twins chasing after each other and causing a general ruckus. She shook her head with an indulgent smile as the annoyed mother ran after them, a soft longing sitting in the pit of her stomach. For years, she had pined for her own children, her own rascals to chase around places like this. As she advanced in age, she knew the time for that was quickly passing. She was starting to wonder if the gods ever meant for her to have such a life.
However, now was not the time for melancholy, especially when things were going so well. She was amazed at how much she already sold, and there was still ten minutes until showtime. The Grecian merchant hardly sold this much in the marketplace in a whole week, much less an hour. Gods, but why hadn’t she sought out this place before?
Her train of thought interrupted by a pretty young woman walking up to her stand and holding out an empty wineglass, Dora smiled at her and pulled the cork from an open bottle. “Hello, my lady,” she greeted her new customer, a slight flush in her cheeks from the way the woman stared at her. There was nothing lascivious or untoward in her gaze, but it was enough to make the woman fidget. A Greek merchant in the marketplace of Egypt meant she often attracted a lot of stares, but rarely did they linger on her for so long. At least, this woman didn’t seem hostile, but rather openly fascinated. That was a step up from the stares she received elsewhere.
The fineness of her dress and the smoothness of her skin hinted at noble birth, even if she wasn’t as decked out as some of the other patrons arriving, and so she addressed her accordingly. “Here, my lady,” she murmured, pouring a splash of the open wine into the woman’s cup. “Free sample on me. Tell me if you like it. If not, I have others you might prefer.”
Waiting for the woman to taste it, her smile deepened, crinkles forming at the corners of deep green eyes. “Are you enjoying the circus so far?” Her tone was polite, but friendly, gesturing around the makeshift bazaar that surrounded the tent. “I know it hasn’t started yet, but there’s already so much to see. I know I was amazed the first time I came.”
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Callidora laughed at the children who floated by her stall, a pair of twins chasing after each other and causing a general ruckus. She shook her head with an indulgent smile as the annoyed mother ran after them, a soft longing sitting in the pit of her stomach. For years, she had pined for her own children, her own rascals to chase around places like this. As she advanced in age, she knew the time for that was quickly passing. She was starting to wonder if the gods ever meant for her to have such a life.
However, now was not the time for melancholy, especially when things were going so well. She was amazed at how much she already sold, and there was still ten minutes until showtime. The Grecian merchant hardly sold this much in the marketplace in a whole week, much less an hour. Gods, but why hadn’t she sought out this place before?
Her train of thought interrupted by a pretty young woman walking up to her stand and holding out an empty wineglass, Dora smiled at her and pulled the cork from an open bottle. “Hello, my lady,” she greeted her new customer, a slight flush in her cheeks from the way the woman stared at her. There was nothing lascivious or untoward in her gaze, but it was enough to make the woman fidget. A Greek merchant in the marketplace of Egypt meant she often attracted a lot of stares, but rarely did they linger on her for so long. At least, this woman didn’t seem hostile, but rather openly fascinated. That was a step up from the stares she received elsewhere.
The fineness of her dress and the smoothness of her skin hinted at noble birth, even if she wasn’t as decked out as some of the other patrons arriving, and so she addressed her accordingly. “Here, my lady,” she murmured, pouring a splash of the open wine into the woman’s cup. “Free sample on me. Tell me if you like it. If not, I have others you might prefer.”
Waiting for the woman to taste it, her smile deepened, crinkles forming at the corners of deep green eyes. “Are you enjoying the circus so far?” Her tone was polite, but friendly, gesturing around the makeshift bazaar that surrounded the tent. “I know it hasn’t started yet, but there’s already so much to see. I know I was amazed the first time I came.”
Callidora laughed at the children who floated by her stall, a pair of twins chasing after each other and causing a general ruckus. She shook her head with an indulgent smile as the annoyed mother ran after them, a soft longing sitting in the pit of her stomach. For years, she had pined for her own children, her own rascals to chase around places like this. As she advanced in age, she knew the time for that was quickly passing. She was starting to wonder if the gods ever meant for her to have such a life.
However, now was not the time for melancholy, especially when things were going so well. She was amazed at how much she already sold, and there was still ten minutes until showtime. The Grecian merchant hardly sold this much in the marketplace in a whole week, much less an hour. Gods, but why hadn’t she sought out this place before?
Her train of thought interrupted by a pretty young woman walking up to her stand and holding out an empty wineglass, Dora smiled at her and pulled the cork from an open bottle. “Hello, my lady,” she greeted her new customer, a slight flush in her cheeks from the way the woman stared at her. There was nothing lascivious or untoward in her gaze, but it was enough to make the woman fidget. A Greek merchant in the marketplace of Egypt meant she often attracted a lot of stares, but rarely did they linger on her for so long. At least, this woman didn’t seem hostile, but rather openly fascinated. That was a step up from the stares she received elsewhere.
The fineness of her dress and the smoothness of her skin hinted at noble birth, even if she wasn’t as decked out as some of the other patrons arriving, and so she addressed her accordingly. “Here, my lady,” she murmured, pouring a splash of the open wine into the woman’s cup. “Free sample on me. Tell me if you like it. If not, I have others you might prefer.”
Waiting for the woman to taste it, her smile deepened, crinkles forming at the corners of deep green eyes. “Are you enjoying the circus so far?” Her tone was polite, but friendly, gesturing around the makeshift bazaar that surrounded the tent. “I know it hasn’t started yet, but there’s already so much to see. I know I was amazed the first time I came.”
Khufu was excited for a night out, even if that night out included all four of their kids. He loved his family, and while all four together could be a handful, he didn’t think that they would have an issue between the two of them. He was content to let Djoser and Neferu run around, as young boys often did, but his wife seemed to be worried they would lose them.
“They are children.” He said, but gave her a kiss on the cheek and went after them anyways. He tended to have a looser parenting style than his wife did, preferring to let their children have a free roam, they always came back safe. That was how his parents had raised him, and he had turned out fine. But despite their slight differences, he was happy to give in to her parenting style for most things.
He stepped forward and grabbed his two children by the back of their clothes, carrying them back over to his wife that way.
“Did someone order two trouble makers?” He said with a grin, his children giggling and enjoying themselves as they were carried over. He set the children down and crouched down to their level, taking them both by the shoulder.
“Now boys. We need to stay with mom, you know what they say about children who get lost at the circus.” He said, giving them a pause so they could mull over what their father had posed at them.
“They have to stay at the circus forever and work.” He said, finishing it. The kids' eyes widened and suddenly they ran to their mother, grabbing on to her dress to make sure that they stayed close and didn’t get taken by the circus.
He stood back up and grinned, reaching over to take his wife’s hand so the six of them could continue on and check out the circus. There was much to see, aside from the main attractions that the circus boasted. There were all sorts of vendors, and the kids were quickly getting worked up again at the sights and sounds, and Khufu knew that they would need something to occupy them for a while if they had any hopes of making it much further.
He guided his wife and the kids over to a vendor that was selling all sorts of fruit, both fresh and dried. He let his kids each pick out a fruit to have, and bought some extra for Kahi, and for the baby if she woke. The kids seemed content with their treat, and as they were occupied with snacking on their fruit, Khufu put his hand on Kahi’s lower back, walking at a slow and lazy pace, just looking at everything that the circus had to offer.
“We may have to come back again some time, there is so much, there’s no way we’ll get to see it all tonight.” He commented, his eyes locked on a game of dice happening behind one of the merchant stalls, the temptation to join was great. Fortunately his family was more important, as much as he loved games of chance. His attention turned back to his wife and kids.
“Is there anything you would like to take a closer look at?” He asked Kahi. If there was something for sale that she loved, he would gladly purchase it for her. He enjoyed spoiling his wife as much as he could.
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Khufu was excited for a night out, even if that night out included all four of their kids. He loved his family, and while all four together could be a handful, he didn’t think that they would have an issue between the two of them. He was content to let Djoser and Neferu run around, as young boys often did, but his wife seemed to be worried they would lose them.
“They are children.” He said, but gave her a kiss on the cheek and went after them anyways. He tended to have a looser parenting style than his wife did, preferring to let their children have a free roam, they always came back safe. That was how his parents had raised him, and he had turned out fine. But despite their slight differences, he was happy to give in to her parenting style for most things.
He stepped forward and grabbed his two children by the back of their clothes, carrying them back over to his wife that way.
“Did someone order two trouble makers?” He said with a grin, his children giggling and enjoying themselves as they were carried over. He set the children down and crouched down to their level, taking them both by the shoulder.
“Now boys. We need to stay with mom, you know what they say about children who get lost at the circus.” He said, giving them a pause so they could mull over what their father had posed at them.
“They have to stay at the circus forever and work.” He said, finishing it. The kids' eyes widened and suddenly they ran to their mother, grabbing on to her dress to make sure that they stayed close and didn’t get taken by the circus.
He stood back up and grinned, reaching over to take his wife’s hand so the six of them could continue on and check out the circus. There was much to see, aside from the main attractions that the circus boasted. There were all sorts of vendors, and the kids were quickly getting worked up again at the sights and sounds, and Khufu knew that they would need something to occupy them for a while if they had any hopes of making it much further.
He guided his wife and the kids over to a vendor that was selling all sorts of fruit, both fresh and dried. He let his kids each pick out a fruit to have, and bought some extra for Kahi, and for the baby if she woke. The kids seemed content with their treat, and as they were occupied with snacking on their fruit, Khufu put his hand on Kahi’s lower back, walking at a slow and lazy pace, just looking at everything that the circus had to offer.
“We may have to come back again some time, there is so much, there’s no way we’ll get to see it all tonight.” He commented, his eyes locked on a game of dice happening behind one of the merchant stalls, the temptation to join was great. Fortunately his family was more important, as much as he loved games of chance. His attention turned back to his wife and kids.
“Is there anything you would like to take a closer look at?” He asked Kahi. If there was something for sale that she loved, he would gladly purchase it for her. He enjoyed spoiling his wife as much as he could.
Khufu was excited for a night out, even if that night out included all four of their kids. He loved his family, and while all four together could be a handful, he didn’t think that they would have an issue between the two of them. He was content to let Djoser and Neferu run around, as young boys often did, but his wife seemed to be worried they would lose them.
“They are children.” He said, but gave her a kiss on the cheek and went after them anyways. He tended to have a looser parenting style than his wife did, preferring to let their children have a free roam, they always came back safe. That was how his parents had raised him, and he had turned out fine. But despite their slight differences, he was happy to give in to her parenting style for most things.
He stepped forward and grabbed his two children by the back of their clothes, carrying them back over to his wife that way.
“Did someone order two trouble makers?” He said with a grin, his children giggling and enjoying themselves as they were carried over. He set the children down and crouched down to their level, taking them both by the shoulder.
“Now boys. We need to stay with mom, you know what they say about children who get lost at the circus.” He said, giving them a pause so they could mull over what their father had posed at them.
“They have to stay at the circus forever and work.” He said, finishing it. The kids' eyes widened and suddenly they ran to their mother, grabbing on to her dress to make sure that they stayed close and didn’t get taken by the circus.
He stood back up and grinned, reaching over to take his wife’s hand so the six of them could continue on and check out the circus. There was much to see, aside from the main attractions that the circus boasted. There were all sorts of vendors, and the kids were quickly getting worked up again at the sights and sounds, and Khufu knew that they would need something to occupy them for a while if they had any hopes of making it much further.
He guided his wife and the kids over to a vendor that was selling all sorts of fruit, both fresh and dried. He let his kids each pick out a fruit to have, and bought some extra for Kahi, and for the baby if she woke. The kids seemed content with their treat, and as they were occupied with snacking on their fruit, Khufu put his hand on Kahi’s lower back, walking at a slow and lazy pace, just looking at everything that the circus had to offer.
“We may have to come back again some time, there is so much, there’s no way we’ll get to see it all tonight.” He commented, his eyes locked on a game of dice happening behind one of the merchant stalls, the temptation to join was great. Fortunately his family was more important, as much as he loved games of chance. His attention turned back to his wife and kids.
“Is there anything you would like to take a closer look at?” He asked Kahi. If there was something for sale that she loved, he would gladly purchase it for her. He enjoyed spoiling his wife as much as he could.
The show would begin in five minutes and the circus was very much buzzing, filled with energy and rearing to give an amazing performance. The Tempestous Clique have already done their warmups and were ready for the ringmaster’s word. Kesi could feel the electricity in the air, a lightning strike in the middle of a swirling tempest. Everything felt alive.
Kesi was in the crowd performing. She was giving them a taste before the real show began. Notes poured from her pungi, low, seductive following the beat of the drums in the circus. The world just disappeared around Kesi. The only thing that was important was snakes, that swayed as Kesi moved the pungi back and forth. She danced with the snakes, hypnotizing both the creatures and her audience.
Out from the basket came the final snake, the star of Kesi’s little show. Apep was currently the largest of the snakes that were used for performance. He had shiny black scales, dark as night. The Black Desert Cobra was her very favorite snake, her baby, her love. He stood straight, looking at Kesi with his piercing eyes. Kesi carefully used her foot to move the snake out of the basket, allowing him to stand at his full five feet of length. Venomous and dangerous, just like the charmer herself, Apep and Kesi were one and the same. One body, one mind, one soul.
Kesi was just about to end the performance and usher people towards the tent when two small kids ran across, stepping on one of the snakes as they did. They paid no mind to the area around them, sowing chaos with their childlike ignorance. Typically Kesi would appreciate chaos, it was oh so fun. But their blatant disregard for the performance spooked the snakes. They began to go this way and that.
Great. The snake charmer’s mood soured. “Get the others,” Kesi said to the hands so they would collect the other, less harmful snakes. They immediately snapped, quickly moving to collect the runaway creatures. There was only one snake Kesi truly worried about. Apep. He knew not to bite, and quite liked humans, but it did not mean that he was harmless. Death at the circus due to a jet black snake would do nothing but taint their name. And Kesi would not allow two idiotic children ruin what is the greatest circus on earth.
Kesi quickly moved, chasing after the snake. He stuck mostly to the edges, of the circus, through the empty spaces instead of trying to navigate through a crowd patrons. But then he started moving towards the merchant stalls.
Great. Kesi thought bitterly. Now I have to kill Apep. She rather liked this snake, but not when he misbehaved. He would have to go.
The snake made its way towards a family and there she saw the two children. She had half the mind to let Apep bite those little shits for ruining a wonderful performance. But no, then Kesi would get in major trouble with Amenemhat and that was not worth it, not in the slightest. Kesi whipped out her pungi just as it approached the family, playing her notes. Apep stiffened, watching the pungi as it moved back and forth, swaying to follow the instrument. Kesi then collected the snake, allowing him to slither up her arm and around her neck. Its tail rested on her bare, tattooed, and painted chest. Kesi looked at the adults, an eyebrow raised on her painted face. “I would ask that you don’t allow your children to run through performances. Snakes bite. I train them not to but stepping on the creatures is a quick way to anger them. I would hate to see your boys get hurt.” Inside the circus. Outside she hoped they died a bloody death where no one would mourn the brats. Just like this snake was going to.
They cost me a god damn snake. Kesi tried her best not to glare at the miscreants, instead keeping a friendly smile as a good performer would. But if she sees these pair of brats alone, on the streets, with no one around… Well, she won’t stop the next Apep from having a little snack.
Fuck these kids.
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The show would begin in five minutes and the circus was very much buzzing, filled with energy and rearing to give an amazing performance. The Tempestous Clique have already done their warmups and were ready for the ringmaster’s word. Kesi could feel the electricity in the air, a lightning strike in the middle of a swirling tempest. Everything felt alive.
Kesi was in the crowd performing. She was giving them a taste before the real show began. Notes poured from her pungi, low, seductive following the beat of the drums in the circus. The world just disappeared around Kesi. The only thing that was important was snakes, that swayed as Kesi moved the pungi back and forth. She danced with the snakes, hypnotizing both the creatures and her audience.
Out from the basket came the final snake, the star of Kesi’s little show. Apep was currently the largest of the snakes that were used for performance. He had shiny black scales, dark as night. The Black Desert Cobra was her very favorite snake, her baby, her love. He stood straight, looking at Kesi with his piercing eyes. Kesi carefully used her foot to move the snake out of the basket, allowing him to stand at his full five feet of length. Venomous and dangerous, just like the charmer herself, Apep and Kesi were one and the same. One body, one mind, one soul.
Kesi was just about to end the performance and usher people towards the tent when two small kids ran across, stepping on one of the snakes as they did. They paid no mind to the area around them, sowing chaos with their childlike ignorance. Typically Kesi would appreciate chaos, it was oh so fun. But their blatant disregard for the performance spooked the snakes. They began to go this way and that.
Great. The snake charmer’s mood soured. “Get the others,” Kesi said to the hands so they would collect the other, less harmful snakes. They immediately snapped, quickly moving to collect the runaway creatures. There was only one snake Kesi truly worried about. Apep. He knew not to bite, and quite liked humans, but it did not mean that he was harmless. Death at the circus due to a jet black snake would do nothing but taint their name. And Kesi would not allow two idiotic children ruin what is the greatest circus on earth.
Kesi quickly moved, chasing after the snake. He stuck mostly to the edges, of the circus, through the empty spaces instead of trying to navigate through a crowd patrons. But then he started moving towards the merchant stalls.
Great. Kesi thought bitterly. Now I have to kill Apep. She rather liked this snake, but not when he misbehaved. He would have to go.
The snake made its way towards a family and there she saw the two children. She had half the mind to let Apep bite those little shits for ruining a wonderful performance. But no, then Kesi would get in major trouble with Amenemhat and that was not worth it, not in the slightest. Kesi whipped out her pungi just as it approached the family, playing her notes. Apep stiffened, watching the pungi as it moved back and forth, swaying to follow the instrument. Kesi then collected the snake, allowing him to slither up her arm and around her neck. Its tail rested on her bare, tattooed, and painted chest. Kesi looked at the adults, an eyebrow raised on her painted face. “I would ask that you don’t allow your children to run through performances. Snakes bite. I train them not to but stepping on the creatures is a quick way to anger them. I would hate to see your boys get hurt.” Inside the circus. Outside she hoped they died a bloody death where no one would mourn the brats. Just like this snake was going to.
They cost me a god damn snake. Kesi tried her best not to glare at the miscreants, instead keeping a friendly smile as a good performer would. But if she sees these pair of brats alone, on the streets, with no one around… Well, she won’t stop the next Apep from having a little snack.
Fuck these kids.
The show would begin in five minutes and the circus was very much buzzing, filled with energy and rearing to give an amazing performance. The Tempestous Clique have already done their warmups and were ready for the ringmaster’s word. Kesi could feel the electricity in the air, a lightning strike in the middle of a swirling tempest. Everything felt alive.
Kesi was in the crowd performing. She was giving them a taste before the real show began. Notes poured from her pungi, low, seductive following the beat of the drums in the circus. The world just disappeared around Kesi. The only thing that was important was snakes, that swayed as Kesi moved the pungi back and forth. She danced with the snakes, hypnotizing both the creatures and her audience.
Out from the basket came the final snake, the star of Kesi’s little show. Apep was currently the largest of the snakes that were used for performance. He had shiny black scales, dark as night. The Black Desert Cobra was her very favorite snake, her baby, her love. He stood straight, looking at Kesi with his piercing eyes. Kesi carefully used her foot to move the snake out of the basket, allowing him to stand at his full five feet of length. Venomous and dangerous, just like the charmer herself, Apep and Kesi were one and the same. One body, one mind, one soul.
Kesi was just about to end the performance and usher people towards the tent when two small kids ran across, stepping on one of the snakes as they did. They paid no mind to the area around them, sowing chaos with their childlike ignorance. Typically Kesi would appreciate chaos, it was oh so fun. But their blatant disregard for the performance spooked the snakes. They began to go this way and that.
Great. The snake charmer’s mood soured. “Get the others,” Kesi said to the hands so they would collect the other, less harmful snakes. They immediately snapped, quickly moving to collect the runaway creatures. There was only one snake Kesi truly worried about. Apep. He knew not to bite, and quite liked humans, but it did not mean that he was harmless. Death at the circus due to a jet black snake would do nothing but taint their name. And Kesi would not allow two idiotic children ruin what is the greatest circus on earth.
Kesi quickly moved, chasing after the snake. He stuck mostly to the edges, of the circus, through the empty spaces instead of trying to navigate through a crowd patrons. But then he started moving towards the merchant stalls.
Great. Kesi thought bitterly. Now I have to kill Apep. She rather liked this snake, but not when he misbehaved. He would have to go.
The snake made its way towards a family and there she saw the two children. She had half the mind to let Apep bite those little shits for ruining a wonderful performance. But no, then Kesi would get in major trouble with Amenemhat and that was not worth it, not in the slightest. Kesi whipped out her pungi just as it approached the family, playing her notes. Apep stiffened, watching the pungi as it moved back and forth, swaying to follow the instrument. Kesi then collected the snake, allowing him to slither up her arm and around her neck. Its tail rested on her bare, tattooed, and painted chest. Kesi looked at the adults, an eyebrow raised on her painted face. “I would ask that you don’t allow your children to run through performances. Snakes bite. I train them not to but stepping on the creatures is a quick way to anger them. I would hate to see your boys get hurt.” Inside the circus. Outside she hoped they died a bloody death where no one would mourn the brats. Just like this snake was going to.
They cost me a god damn snake. Kesi tried her best not to glare at the miscreants, instead keeping a friendly smile as a good performer would. But if she sees these pair of brats alone, on the streets, with no one around… Well, she won’t stop the next Apep from having a little snack.
Fuck these kids.
Sameera arrived rather late, but any show was a good show in her mind. The circus fell on the side of things without a plot, and often she allowed herself to be pulled into the excitement of the crowd, the distraction being welcome. Otherwise thoughts ran too quickly through her head, as if through a rough section of the Nile. The entertainment provided by the circus performers would be like a dam or a dike, spreading out the thoughts like water to crops.
She had paid to enjoy some dates as she watched the circus, and she wished she had something better to hold them with. As she had wanted to dress herself up for the event, daring to feel even a slight bit more noble than usual, she wore networked clothing, beads and large pieces of metal covering parts of her chest as well as parts of her lower half. That was one problem she had with networking: she had no desire to sit bare. The networking was embellished by the threads seeming stronger in some places, but as it was Sameera's first time visiting, she thought she should put her best foot forwards. It was what Safiya would do, she considered. Though only an hour older, Sameera looked up to Safiya more than she would care to share with any other being.
Taking a seat and beginning to consume some dates, Sameera tried to be aware of everything that was going on. There were children running around, and even a snake charmer, though she was too far away to hear what was going on, she was close enough to see the snake sway. Oh, to have power over an animal like that! Sameera's hand went to her wrist where her charm bracelet was usually fastened, but today she had left it at home with the rest of her other pieces of jewelry, save an anklet and a few toe rings. And, well, her ear piercings.
Sameera's head spun a little with all that was going on. She liked to be in the know about what was happening and when, so the many distractions of a circus were at once a blessing and a curse. A relaxation and a time for her to wonder about the things she couldn't keep an eye on. How she wished her mind would wander to more pleasant things, but at the same time she couldn't help but wonder if she had forgotten something, something rather important.
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Sameera arrived rather late, but any show was a good show in her mind. The circus fell on the side of things without a plot, and often she allowed herself to be pulled into the excitement of the crowd, the distraction being welcome. Otherwise thoughts ran too quickly through her head, as if through a rough section of the Nile. The entertainment provided by the circus performers would be like a dam or a dike, spreading out the thoughts like water to crops.
She had paid to enjoy some dates as she watched the circus, and she wished she had something better to hold them with. As she had wanted to dress herself up for the event, daring to feel even a slight bit more noble than usual, she wore networked clothing, beads and large pieces of metal covering parts of her chest as well as parts of her lower half. That was one problem she had with networking: she had no desire to sit bare. The networking was embellished by the threads seeming stronger in some places, but as it was Sameera's first time visiting, she thought she should put her best foot forwards. It was what Safiya would do, she considered. Though only an hour older, Sameera looked up to Safiya more than she would care to share with any other being.
Taking a seat and beginning to consume some dates, Sameera tried to be aware of everything that was going on. There were children running around, and even a snake charmer, though she was too far away to hear what was going on, she was close enough to see the snake sway. Oh, to have power over an animal like that! Sameera's hand went to her wrist where her charm bracelet was usually fastened, but today she had left it at home with the rest of her other pieces of jewelry, save an anklet and a few toe rings. And, well, her ear piercings.
Sameera's head spun a little with all that was going on. She liked to be in the know about what was happening and when, so the many distractions of a circus were at once a blessing and a curse. A relaxation and a time for her to wonder about the things she couldn't keep an eye on. How she wished her mind would wander to more pleasant things, but at the same time she couldn't help but wonder if she had forgotten something, something rather important.
Sameera arrived rather late, but any show was a good show in her mind. The circus fell on the side of things without a plot, and often she allowed herself to be pulled into the excitement of the crowd, the distraction being welcome. Otherwise thoughts ran too quickly through her head, as if through a rough section of the Nile. The entertainment provided by the circus performers would be like a dam or a dike, spreading out the thoughts like water to crops.
She had paid to enjoy some dates as she watched the circus, and she wished she had something better to hold them with. As she had wanted to dress herself up for the event, daring to feel even a slight bit more noble than usual, she wore networked clothing, beads and large pieces of metal covering parts of her chest as well as parts of her lower half. That was one problem she had with networking: she had no desire to sit bare. The networking was embellished by the threads seeming stronger in some places, but as it was Sameera's first time visiting, she thought she should put her best foot forwards. It was what Safiya would do, she considered. Though only an hour older, Sameera looked up to Safiya more than she would care to share with any other being.
Taking a seat and beginning to consume some dates, Sameera tried to be aware of everything that was going on. There were children running around, and even a snake charmer, though she was too far away to hear what was going on, she was close enough to see the snake sway. Oh, to have power over an animal like that! Sameera's hand went to her wrist where her charm bracelet was usually fastened, but today she had left it at home with the rest of her other pieces of jewelry, save an anklet and a few toe rings. And, well, her ear piercings.
Sameera's head spun a little with all that was going on. She liked to be in the know about what was happening and when, so the many distractions of a circus were at once a blessing and a curse. A relaxation and a time for her to wonder about the things she couldn't keep an eye on. How she wished her mind would wander to more pleasant things, but at the same time she couldn't help but wonder if she had forgotten something, something rather important.
Speechless.
That was a good word for the spectacle in front of her because that was what it managed to provoke within her and she suspected others. Safiya might be in awe and entirely amazed at the same time but that in no way excluded her from being the sole individual affected by the display in front of her at the moment. She was not at all surprised that there was a flurry here and there, as children ran about or when she spotted some familiar faces as well.
Safiya had never seen anything like this and the chance to participate even with just the option of being in the audience was a heady kind of matter, bound to encourage even the more jaded and experienced members of the court. There was that immediate appeal to the playful but also the hedonistic, the particular kind of event that was bound to pull in all kinds of folks from their various places around the court and beyond. She was naturally no exception as she laughed with delight at some of the stalls and their wares as well as the people thrust into all of this.
It was fun, and lately, it had been harder to catch sight of such opportunities in her normal routines. So, this was a wonderful chance to make sure of seizing it.
While she had noticed several people that she already knew it was the face that mirrored her own that she wanted to locate now. It was by no means unusual for them to separate on arrival and then come back later on to share their adventures and this was no exception, even if they hadn't been parted for very long "Sameera! Did you see the snakes?" probably not something to ask but as she reached out to grab her sister's hands it as clear that Safiya was excited as she practically vibrated in her excitement.
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Speechless.
That was a good word for the spectacle in front of her because that was what it managed to provoke within her and she suspected others. Safiya might be in awe and entirely amazed at the same time but that in no way excluded her from being the sole individual affected by the display in front of her at the moment. She was not at all surprised that there was a flurry here and there, as children ran about or when she spotted some familiar faces as well.
Safiya had never seen anything like this and the chance to participate even with just the option of being in the audience was a heady kind of matter, bound to encourage even the more jaded and experienced members of the court. There was that immediate appeal to the playful but also the hedonistic, the particular kind of event that was bound to pull in all kinds of folks from their various places around the court and beyond. She was naturally no exception as she laughed with delight at some of the stalls and their wares as well as the people thrust into all of this.
It was fun, and lately, it had been harder to catch sight of such opportunities in her normal routines. So, this was a wonderful chance to make sure of seizing it.
While she had noticed several people that she already knew it was the face that mirrored her own that she wanted to locate now. It was by no means unusual for them to separate on arrival and then come back later on to share their adventures and this was no exception, even if they hadn't been parted for very long "Sameera! Did you see the snakes?" probably not something to ask but as she reached out to grab her sister's hands it as clear that Safiya was excited as she practically vibrated in her excitement.
Speechless.
That was a good word for the spectacle in front of her because that was what it managed to provoke within her and she suspected others. Safiya might be in awe and entirely amazed at the same time but that in no way excluded her from being the sole individual affected by the display in front of her at the moment. She was not at all surprised that there was a flurry here and there, as children ran about or when she spotted some familiar faces as well.
Safiya had never seen anything like this and the chance to participate even with just the option of being in the audience was a heady kind of matter, bound to encourage even the more jaded and experienced members of the court. There was that immediate appeal to the playful but also the hedonistic, the particular kind of event that was bound to pull in all kinds of folks from their various places around the court and beyond. She was naturally no exception as she laughed with delight at some of the stalls and their wares as well as the people thrust into all of this.
It was fun, and lately, it had been harder to catch sight of such opportunities in her normal routines. So, this was a wonderful chance to make sure of seizing it.
While she had noticed several people that she already knew it was the face that mirrored her own that she wanted to locate now. It was by no means unusual for them to separate on arrival and then come back later on to share their adventures and this was no exception, even if they hadn't been parted for very long "Sameera! Did you see the snakes?" probably not something to ask but as she reached out to grab her sister's hands it as clear that Safiya was excited as she practically vibrated in her excitement.
Her husband had always been far more relaxed then she was when it came to child rearing. Was it a normal thing in Egypt? While Kahi could see the attraction of just allowing their children to run helter skelter doing whatever they wanted, that there was snakes, strangers and fire around gave Kahi visions of one or the other of her offspring accidentally setting the large tent on fire, and they simply could not be responsible for that.
While she was distracted by the sudden realization of the amount of noble family in attendance, the young mother was blissfully distracted when Khufu came back, and couldn't resist the laugh that came from her when her husband carried two giggling son's by the back of their shirts. Neferu and Djoser themselves were clearly enjoying it far more then they disliked it. Rolling her eyes when Khufu posed the empty threat to her sons, she merely patted the two horrified young boys clinging to her skirts, levelling her husband a wry look which hid slight amusement. Did she condone the threathening? Not entirely. But did it work? Yes, so Kahi wasn't complaining.
After ensuring each child held one corner of her skirts, Kahi allowed Khufu to take her by her hand, keeping close to her husband as the children ooh'd and aah'd over everything they saw. Nodding in agreement when Khufu suggested coming back another night, the young woman peered at the tables displaying a vast array of jewelry as she bit on the dried figs Khufu had gotten for them. Allowing young Astekhu to gum at the dried fruit with his newly sprouted front teeth, Kahi was keeping one eye on her wandering children while the other tried to see the wine on offer. Why did it smell so different? She had on occasion, tried wine, but the wine on offer by this foreign looking lady seemed... different.
Just as Kahi was about to ask Khufu if she could perhaps get some wine of foreign origin to taste, the sudden chastising voice got her turning in surprise, only to widen her eyes when a painted face spoke in a obviously irritated tone. Hearing the words, the woman frowned, her gaze flickering to the two boys and one girl who wore clearly guilty looks. "Of course." she murmured softly, always a little withdrawn when anger was shown. Kahi was prone to anger herself, but she didn't wish to cause a scene when three pairs of wary eyes watched the interaction. "I do hope your snakes were not harmed."
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Her husband had always been far more relaxed then she was when it came to child rearing. Was it a normal thing in Egypt? While Kahi could see the attraction of just allowing their children to run helter skelter doing whatever they wanted, that there was snakes, strangers and fire around gave Kahi visions of one or the other of her offspring accidentally setting the large tent on fire, and they simply could not be responsible for that.
While she was distracted by the sudden realization of the amount of noble family in attendance, the young mother was blissfully distracted when Khufu came back, and couldn't resist the laugh that came from her when her husband carried two giggling son's by the back of their shirts. Neferu and Djoser themselves were clearly enjoying it far more then they disliked it. Rolling her eyes when Khufu posed the empty threat to her sons, she merely patted the two horrified young boys clinging to her skirts, levelling her husband a wry look which hid slight amusement. Did she condone the threathening? Not entirely. But did it work? Yes, so Kahi wasn't complaining.
After ensuring each child held one corner of her skirts, Kahi allowed Khufu to take her by her hand, keeping close to her husband as the children ooh'd and aah'd over everything they saw. Nodding in agreement when Khufu suggested coming back another night, the young woman peered at the tables displaying a vast array of jewelry as she bit on the dried figs Khufu had gotten for them. Allowing young Astekhu to gum at the dried fruit with his newly sprouted front teeth, Kahi was keeping one eye on her wandering children while the other tried to see the wine on offer. Why did it smell so different? She had on occasion, tried wine, but the wine on offer by this foreign looking lady seemed... different.
Just as Kahi was about to ask Khufu if she could perhaps get some wine of foreign origin to taste, the sudden chastising voice got her turning in surprise, only to widen her eyes when a painted face spoke in a obviously irritated tone. Hearing the words, the woman frowned, her gaze flickering to the two boys and one girl who wore clearly guilty looks. "Of course." she murmured softly, always a little withdrawn when anger was shown. Kahi was prone to anger herself, but she didn't wish to cause a scene when three pairs of wary eyes watched the interaction. "I do hope your snakes were not harmed."
Her husband had always been far more relaxed then she was when it came to child rearing. Was it a normal thing in Egypt? While Kahi could see the attraction of just allowing their children to run helter skelter doing whatever they wanted, that there was snakes, strangers and fire around gave Kahi visions of one or the other of her offspring accidentally setting the large tent on fire, and they simply could not be responsible for that.
While she was distracted by the sudden realization of the amount of noble family in attendance, the young mother was blissfully distracted when Khufu came back, and couldn't resist the laugh that came from her when her husband carried two giggling son's by the back of their shirts. Neferu and Djoser themselves were clearly enjoying it far more then they disliked it. Rolling her eyes when Khufu posed the empty threat to her sons, she merely patted the two horrified young boys clinging to her skirts, levelling her husband a wry look which hid slight amusement. Did she condone the threathening? Not entirely. But did it work? Yes, so Kahi wasn't complaining.
After ensuring each child held one corner of her skirts, Kahi allowed Khufu to take her by her hand, keeping close to her husband as the children ooh'd and aah'd over everything they saw. Nodding in agreement when Khufu suggested coming back another night, the young woman peered at the tables displaying a vast array of jewelry as she bit on the dried figs Khufu had gotten for them. Allowing young Astekhu to gum at the dried fruit with his newly sprouted front teeth, Kahi was keeping one eye on her wandering children while the other tried to see the wine on offer. Why did it smell so different? She had on occasion, tried wine, but the wine on offer by this foreign looking lady seemed... different.
Just as Kahi was about to ask Khufu if she could perhaps get some wine of foreign origin to taste, the sudden chastising voice got her turning in surprise, only to widen her eyes when a painted face spoke in a obviously irritated tone. Hearing the words, the woman frowned, her gaze flickering to the two boys and one girl who wore clearly guilty looks. "Of course." she murmured softly, always a little withdrawn when anger was shown. Kahi was prone to anger herself, but she didn't wish to cause a scene when three pairs of wary eyes watched the interaction. "I do hope your snakes were not harmed."
The Tempest of Set.
Of course Anastasia had heard of the great circus. Travel was Anastasia's liberation, a passion in which she explored and indulged in so vivaciously and yet... she seemed to narrowly miss the circus at every turn. She heard whispers in taverns about rousing festivities the night after they happened. Hearsay about spectacles that she couldn't fathom replicating. Fire eaters, sword-swallowers, acrobats that leaped in beautiful, synchronized efforts. It was enough to inspire a bit of heated envy within the bard, one for the people who got to see it and two for the performers themselves who got to participate in such a marvel.
Well, I won't miss it this time, she insisted as she heard the cries of a boy outside of her villa. It was, perhaps, peculiar to her that a child would be announcing the circus' arrival, but it was not her place to judge who did what sort orf work. For many, earning a living was difficult, and Anastasia from within her villa could not see the scars on the boy's wrists and ankles that marked him as a wearer of chains.
What sort of attire does one wear to a show? she wondered, sifting through the finery in her wardrobe. This was its own sort of spectacle, for when Akhenaten provided her with this home, he also gave her a number of outfits that suited her tastes to various extents. She wondered, idly, if her darling Hena would attend such a thing, but she need not rely on her lover at every turn to provide to her an excuse to do something. Anastasia would go to the circus on her own, and if she happened to come across the man in her adventure, then all the more pleased she would be that she'd decided to go.
This isn't a decision, she argued with herself, quite certain that her attendance was a forgone conclusion once her curiosity was properly satiated. She peeled through her outfits before she found a beaded dress to her taste. She slid herself into it with ease, the knots of thick thread doing very little to cover her flesh, but it was as it was in the kingdom of Egypt. She reveled in the lack of modesty, but for the trick of the weather, she augmented her sheer attire with a flowy white shawl. Though, she let it be for a moment as she applied her malachite and kohl as to properly accentuate her features.
Certainly, she looked the part of an Egyptian, at least in dress. She took well to their fashions, even if her complexion and features marked her as distinctly foreign. She shrugged her shoulders and absconded from her home, grabbing her shawl and wrapping it about herself before she made the beeline directly for the Tempest of Set.
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Immediately as Anastasia arrived and paid her fee for admission, she was astonished. A massive tent was erect and already, there was a crowd of people spilling into the fairground. The distant, yet booming voice of a young man who called others to join him in an allotted time was heard, but she didn't really care to heed it just yet. She'd just arrived, after all, and she had oh so much to explore before she set within the tent. Seating, to her, wasn't nearly as important as bathing in the spectacle of the event itself.
And truly, it was decadent. The smell of spices lingered in the air, the sizzle of flames as vendors exchanged coin for food, the call of voices as others hawked wares. The Tempest of Set seemed a living organism and beyond that... there were performers doing their marvels outside of the tent. A pair of acrobats danced in unison, cartwheeling in effortless bounds along the sands in an effort that the woman could certainly respect. But, from what she'd heard, the true act was inside yet. No, there were other things to relish in, and Anastasia heard an all-too-familiar voice rise in the aether, the sound of a Greek woman speaking accented Coptic and Ana couldn't help but draw nearer.
"Is that you, Callidora?" she asked, a chuckle welling on her lips before it was replaced with a wide smile. She would not waste much of the woman's time, for the work of a merchant at play was never something to take too much stock in.
"It's a pleasure to see you, my dear. If you'd please, I'll take this," she said, pointing to a weave of fabric that she'd take as an additional covering to wear in the midst of the chill that threatened to break into her thin attire. She quite hoped that her shawl hide the hardening of her nipples at the turn of the weather. The embarrassment, while not given to Egyptians, was certainly difficult for a Greek woman to forget. Once money exchanged hands, she carefully placed the purchased fabric beneath her shawl. She'd take the un-worked fabric to a tailor in the morn to work into an additional shawl. She had to admit that Callidora's goods were nicer than some of her own things.
Pleased with her purchase, she blew Callidora a parting kiss before her path threw her into the sight of a couple of children running along and interrupting the act of a scantily-clad entertainer working with serpentine assistants. She arched her eyebrows at the tone she took, but figured it attributed to the interruption and the fact that these creatures were quite dangerous. Was it concern that made her voice gruff and her demeanor irksome? Or was it something else?
Ana didn't really care. She placed a smattering of coins in an offerings saucer in front of the serpent charmer's work space, a bright smile cast upon her lips as she said,
"It is always frustrating, when children interrupt one's act. Could you try one more time, for my sake, before the tarps open in earnest and the show begins?"
Ana caught the eye of what she presumed was the mother of those irksome children, but she was far more mindful of the performer and wanted to catch a bit of her show before her attention was otherwise claimed by the impending festivities.
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The Tempest of Set.
Of course Anastasia had heard of the great circus. Travel was Anastasia's liberation, a passion in which she explored and indulged in so vivaciously and yet... she seemed to narrowly miss the circus at every turn. She heard whispers in taverns about rousing festivities the night after they happened. Hearsay about spectacles that she couldn't fathom replicating. Fire eaters, sword-swallowers, acrobats that leaped in beautiful, synchronized efforts. It was enough to inspire a bit of heated envy within the bard, one for the people who got to see it and two for the performers themselves who got to participate in such a marvel.
Well, I won't miss it this time, she insisted as she heard the cries of a boy outside of her villa. It was, perhaps, peculiar to her that a child would be announcing the circus' arrival, but it was not her place to judge who did what sort orf work. For many, earning a living was difficult, and Anastasia from within her villa could not see the scars on the boy's wrists and ankles that marked him as a wearer of chains.
What sort of attire does one wear to a show? she wondered, sifting through the finery in her wardrobe. This was its own sort of spectacle, for when Akhenaten provided her with this home, he also gave her a number of outfits that suited her tastes to various extents. She wondered, idly, if her darling Hena would attend such a thing, but she need not rely on her lover at every turn to provide to her an excuse to do something. Anastasia would go to the circus on her own, and if she happened to come across the man in her adventure, then all the more pleased she would be that she'd decided to go.
This isn't a decision, she argued with herself, quite certain that her attendance was a forgone conclusion once her curiosity was properly satiated. She peeled through her outfits before she found a beaded dress to her taste. She slid herself into it with ease, the knots of thick thread doing very little to cover her flesh, but it was as it was in the kingdom of Egypt. She reveled in the lack of modesty, but for the trick of the weather, she augmented her sheer attire with a flowy white shawl. Though, she let it be for a moment as she applied her malachite and kohl as to properly accentuate her features.
Certainly, she looked the part of an Egyptian, at least in dress. She took well to their fashions, even if her complexion and features marked her as distinctly foreign. She shrugged her shoulders and absconded from her home, grabbing her shawl and wrapping it about herself before she made the beeline directly for the Tempest of Set.
- - - -
Immediately as Anastasia arrived and paid her fee for admission, she was astonished. A massive tent was erect and already, there was a crowd of people spilling into the fairground. The distant, yet booming voice of a young man who called others to join him in an allotted time was heard, but she didn't really care to heed it just yet. She'd just arrived, after all, and she had oh so much to explore before she set within the tent. Seating, to her, wasn't nearly as important as bathing in the spectacle of the event itself.
And truly, it was decadent. The smell of spices lingered in the air, the sizzle of flames as vendors exchanged coin for food, the call of voices as others hawked wares. The Tempest of Set seemed a living organism and beyond that... there were performers doing their marvels outside of the tent. A pair of acrobats danced in unison, cartwheeling in effortless bounds along the sands in an effort that the woman could certainly respect. But, from what she'd heard, the true act was inside yet. No, there were other things to relish in, and Anastasia heard an all-too-familiar voice rise in the aether, the sound of a Greek woman speaking accented Coptic and Ana couldn't help but draw nearer.
"Is that you, Callidora?" she asked, a chuckle welling on her lips before it was replaced with a wide smile. She would not waste much of the woman's time, for the work of a merchant at play was never something to take too much stock in.
"It's a pleasure to see you, my dear. If you'd please, I'll take this," she said, pointing to a weave of fabric that she'd take as an additional covering to wear in the midst of the chill that threatened to break into her thin attire. She quite hoped that her shawl hide the hardening of her nipples at the turn of the weather. The embarrassment, while not given to Egyptians, was certainly difficult for a Greek woman to forget. Once money exchanged hands, she carefully placed the purchased fabric beneath her shawl. She'd take the un-worked fabric to a tailor in the morn to work into an additional shawl. She had to admit that Callidora's goods were nicer than some of her own things.
Pleased with her purchase, she blew Callidora a parting kiss before her path threw her into the sight of a couple of children running along and interrupting the act of a scantily-clad entertainer working with serpentine assistants. She arched her eyebrows at the tone she took, but figured it attributed to the interruption and the fact that these creatures were quite dangerous. Was it concern that made her voice gruff and her demeanor irksome? Or was it something else?
Ana didn't really care. She placed a smattering of coins in an offerings saucer in front of the serpent charmer's work space, a bright smile cast upon her lips as she said,
"It is always frustrating, when children interrupt one's act. Could you try one more time, for my sake, before the tarps open in earnest and the show begins?"
Ana caught the eye of what she presumed was the mother of those irksome children, but she was far more mindful of the performer and wanted to catch a bit of her show before her attention was otherwise claimed by the impending festivities.
The Tempest of Set.
Of course Anastasia had heard of the great circus. Travel was Anastasia's liberation, a passion in which she explored and indulged in so vivaciously and yet... she seemed to narrowly miss the circus at every turn. She heard whispers in taverns about rousing festivities the night after they happened. Hearsay about spectacles that she couldn't fathom replicating. Fire eaters, sword-swallowers, acrobats that leaped in beautiful, synchronized efforts. It was enough to inspire a bit of heated envy within the bard, one for the people who got to see it and two for the performers themselves who got to participate in such a marvel.
Well, I won't miss it this time, she insisted as she heard the cries of a boy outside of her villa. It was, perhaps, peculiar to her that a child would be announcing the circus' arrival, but it was not her place to judge who did what sort orf work. For many, earning a living was difficult, and Anastasia from within her villa could not see the scars on the boy's wrists and ankles that marked him as a wearer of chains.
What sort of attire does one wear to a show? she wondered, sifting through the finery in her wardrobe. This was its own sort of spectacle, for when Akhenaten provided her with this home, he also gave her a number of outfits that suited her tastes to various extents. She wondered, idly, if her darling Hena would attend such a thing, but she need not rely on her lover at every turn to provide to her an excuse to do something. Anastasia would go to the circus on her own, and if she happened to come across the man in her adventure, then all the more pleased she would be that she'd decided to go.
This isn't a decision, she argued with herself, quite certain that her attendance was a forgone conclusion once her curiosity was properly satiated. She peeled through her outfits before she found a beaded dress to her taste. She slid herself into it with ease, the knots of thick thread doing very little to cover her flesh, but it was as it was in the kingdom of Egypt. She reveled in the lack of modesty, but for the trick of the weather, she augmented her sheer attire with a flowy white shawl. Though, she let it be for a moment as she applied her malachite and kohl as to properly accentuate her features.
Certainly, she looked the part of an Egyptian, at least in dress. She took well to their fashions, even if her complexion and features marked her as distinctly foreign. She shrugged her shoulders and absconded from her home, grabbing her shawl and wrapping it about herself before she made the beeline directly for the Tempest of Set.
- - - -
Immediately as Anastasia arrived and paid her fee for admission, she was astonished. A massive tent was erect and already, there was a crowd of people spilling into the fairground. The distant, yet booming voice of a young man who called others to join him in an allotted time was heard, but she didn't really care to heed it just yet. She'd just arrived, after all, and she had oh so much to explore before she set within the tent. Seating, to her, wasn't nearly as important as bathing in the spectacle of the event itself.
And truly, it was decadent. The smell of spices lingered in the air, the sizzle of flames as vendors exchanged coin for food, the call of voices as others hawked wares. The Tempest of Set seemed a living organism and beyond that... there were performers doing their marvels outside of the tent. A pair of acrobats danced in unison, cartwheeling in effortless bounds along the sands in an effort that the woman could certainly respect. But, from what she'd heard, the true act was inside yet. No, there were other things to relish in, and Anastasia heard an all-too-familiar voice rise in the aether, the sound of a Greek woman speaking accented Coptic and Ana couldn't help but draw nearer.
"Is that you, Callidora?" she asked, a chuckle welling on her lips before it was replaced with a wide smile. She would not waste much of the woman's time, for the work of a merchant at play was never something to take too much stock in.
"It's a pleasure to see you, my dear. If you'd please, I'll take this," she said, pointing to a weave of fabric that she'd take as an additional covering to wear in the midst of the chill that threatened to break into her thin attire. She quite hoped that her shawl hide the hardening of her nipples at the turn of the weather. The embarrassment, while not given to Egyptians, was certainly difficult for a Greek woman to forget. Once money exchanged hands, she carefully placed the purchased fabric beneath her shawl. She'd take the un-worked fabric to a tailor in the morn to work into an additional shawl. She had to admit that Callidora's goods were nicer than some of her own things.
Pleased with her purchase, she blew Callidora a parting kiss before her path threw her into the sight of a couple of children running along and interrupting the act of a scantily-clad entertainer working with serpentine assistants. She arched her eyebrows at the tone she took, but figured it attributed to the interruption and the fact that these creatures were quite dangerous. Was it concern that made her voice gruff and her demeanor irksome? Or was it something else?
Ana didn't really care. She placed a smattering of coins in an offerings saucer in front of the serpent charmer's work space, a bright smile cast upon her lips as she said,
"It is always frustrating, when children interrupt one's act. Could you try one more time, for my sake, before the tarps open in earnest and the show begins?"
Ana caught the eye of what she presumed was the mother of those irksome children, but she was far more mindful of the performer and wanted to catch a bit of her show before her attention was otherwise claimed by the impending festivities.
Khufu was not impressed with the performer who came over and started scolding them about having their children running around. He wanted to snap at her, to say that it was a circus and perhaps she should have her animals trained better if she was supposed to be a real animal tamer. But he bit his tongue. In his younger years, he would have no problem making a scene in a public place like this. But it was not something he wanted to teach his children, and aside from that, his wife had wanted to come here so badly. He did not want to ruin the night for her, she worked hard to raise their children and she deserved to have at least one night of fun.
“Of course. My apologies.” He said simply, the smile on his face as he apologized was not genuine, nor did he try to hard to make it seem as such. He ushered his kids and his wife away from the woman and her stupid snakes, no intention of watching if she did choose to start her performance again, nor would she see a single coin from him for her chastising of his parenting.
Instead he guided his wife over to a merchant selling wine, he had seen her gaze and the look in her eyes as they had passed the stall with wine.
“Get what ever you would like my love.” he said softly and tenderly, placing a kiss on his wife’s cheek before he smiled at the merchant, a genuine smile on his face this time.
“Your wine has caught the attention of my dear wife, and she most definitely deserves a drink after taking care of four children all day.” He said with a little laugh, though it was true.
“You aren’t from Egypt. Pray tell, where are you from and what brings you to our sands?” He asked curiously, she looked Greek if anything, and while merchants from other lands were not extremely unheard of, he was still curious what brought her there of all places. She surely would do more business back where she came from.
Khufu was one who loved to learn, whether it was about other people or about other topics, new tidbits of information were what he lived for. He held all sorts of random facts about all sorts of subjects.
The wine did smell good, he had to admit, but as much as he would love some, he decided it was a bad idea. One of them should remain of sound mind with the children, and Kahi deserved to have some fun when she was working constantly to care for their kids. Not to mention how many times she had had to bail him out of some bad situations. He definitely owed her some wine and a fun time at the circus if anything.
When Kahi had chosen what she wanted out of the wine, Khufu paid the merchant and made sure to give her a generous tip as well, as it was earned due to quality wine and a friendly demeanour.
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Khufu was not impressed with the performer who came over and started scolding them about having their children running around. He wanted to snap at her, to say that it was a circus and perhaps she should have her animals trained better if she was supposed to be a real animal tamer. But he bit his tongue. In his younger years, he would have no problem making a scene in a public place like this. But it was not something he wanted to teach his children, and aside from that, his wife had wanted to come here so badly. He did not want to ruin the night for her, she worked hard to raise their children and she deserved to have at least one night of fun.
“Of course. My apologies.” He said simply, the smile on his face as he apologized was not genuine, nor did he try to hard to make it seem as such. He ushered his kids and his wife away from the woman and her stupid snakes, no intention of watching if she did choose to start her performance again, nor would she see a single coin from him for her chastising of his parenting.
Instead he guided his wife over to a merchant selling wine, he had seen her gaze and the look in her eyes as they had passed the stall with wine.
“Get what ever you would like my love.” he said softly and tenderly, placing a kiss on his wife’s cheek before he smiled at the merchant, a genuine smile on his face this time.
“Your wine has caught the attention of my dear wife, and she most definitely deserves a drink after taking care of four children all day.” He said with a little laugh, though it was true.
“You aren’t from Egypt. Pray tell, where are you from and what brings you to our sands?” He asked curiously, she looked Greek if anything, and while merchants from other lands were not extremely unheard of, he was still curious what brought her there of all places. She surely would do more business back where she came from.
Khufu was one who loved to learn, whether it was about other people or about other topics, new tidbits of information were what he lived for. He held all sorts of random facts about all sorts of subjects.
The wine did smell good, he had to admit, but as much as he would love some, he decided it was a bad idea. One of them should remain of sound mind with the children, and Kahi deserved to have some fun when she was working constantly to care for their kids. Not to mention how many times she had had to bail him out of some bad situations. He definitely owed her some wine and a fun time at the circus if anything.
When Kahi had chosen what she wanted out of the wine, Khufu paid the merchant and made sure to give her a generous tip as well, as it was earned due to quality wine and a friendly demeanour.
Khufu was not impressed with the performer who came over and started scolding them about having their children running around. He wanted to snap at her, to say that it was a circus and perhaps she should have her animals trained better if she was supposed to be a real animal tamer. But he bit his tongue. In his younger years, he would have no problem making a scene in a public place like this. But it was not something he wanted to teach his children, and aside from that, his wife had wanted to come here so badly. He did not want to ruin the night for her, she worked hard to raise their children and she deserved to have at least one night of fun.
“Of course. My apologies.” He said simply, the smile on his face as he apologized was not genuine, nor did he try to hard to make it seem as such. He ushered his kids and his wife away from the woman and her stupid snakes, no intention of watching if she did choose to start her performance again, nor would she see a single coin from him for her chastising of his parenting.
Instead he guided his wife over to a merchant selling wine, he had seen her gaze and the look in her eyes as they had passed the stall with wine.
“Get what ever you would like my love.” he said softly and tenderly, placing a kiss on his wife’s cheek before he smiled at the merchant, a genuine smile on his face this time.
“Your wine has caught the attention of my dear wife, and she most definitely deserves a drink after taking care of four children all day.” He said with a little laugh, though it was true.
“You aren’t from Egypt. Pray tell, where are you from and what brings you to our sands?” He asked curiously, she looked Greek if anything, and while merchants from other lands were not extremely unheard of, he was still curious what brought her there of all places. She surely would do more business back where she came from.
Khufu was one who loved to learn, whether it was about other people or about other topics, new tidbits of information were what he lived for. He held all sorts of random facts about all sorts of subjects.
The wine did smell good, he had to admit, but as much as he would love some, he decided it was a bad idea. One of them should remain of sound mind with the children, and Kahi deserved to have some fun when she was working constantly to care for their kids. Not to mention how many times she had had to bail him out of some bad situations. He definitely owed her some wine and a fun time at the circus if anything.
When Kahi had chosen what she wanted out of the wine, Khufu paid the merchant and made sure to give her a generous tip as well, as it was earned due to quality wine and a friendly demeanour.
Sameera stood up from her seat, a little grateful that she no longer had to sit on the slightly uncomfortable metal that made up part of her network clothing. She grasped at her twin's hands, sharing in her delight, though she had yet to see as much interesting things. She would bet almost certainly that Safiya had managed to find more interesting things. Safiya had always seemed, to Sameera at least, like someone who would have stories written about her, who would prefer being in control of what she did. Though of course they shared a face, Sameera always delighted in how her sister's would light up when she discovered something. She wondered if she got the same look in her eye when she had a realization or saw something intriguing.
Sameera nodded her head, placing her dates to the side and squeezing her sister's hands. "Intriguing, are they not? Imagine having such control over an animal, and what a dangerous one at that..." she glanced once more towards the snakes, already fearing that they may once go loose. She thought perhaps she recalled one or more of the children nearby, but she quickly refocused on her sister, pulling away for a second to offer her a date.
"They're wonderful, Safiya." she declared, proud for finding one of the best parts of the circus. She did adore the snack quite a lot, and she would understand if her sister did not enjoy them nearly as much. Though they shared many things, sometimes taste wasn't one of them, which was perfectly fine with Sameera. The less her sister enjoyed the dates, the more Sameera would get to eat all by herself, though sharing was something she was more than used to.
She wondered what things would be on display when the circus started...she was quite partial to tales of people performing near-inhuman tricks with their bodies, twisting into shapes Sameera couldn't even believe. She wondered if that was what it was like to be married to someone you didn't love. Then she began to think about what it would be like to get married and became a bit distracted by the thought. She had been doing that more often lately, becoming distracted by thoughts. Not specifically of marriage, but often of the future. Maybe she was destined to be one of the mystical fortune tellers standing outside, whispering secrets of possible futures to others.
Sameera would much rather be a librarian, if she had the choice. She looked at her sister once more. "What is your favourite part so far, sister? The snakes? Do you think...do you think they will bring other animals in?" Sameera was greatly curious about the potential of the circus, and it was hard to contain excitement when real life could get so boring sometimes. She wondered if other the daughters of other Noble Heis felt this way, if the Queen pondered leaving the palace to see the circus sometimes. Oh, to be someone with less responsibilities. Then again, Sameera had grown so used to carrying them that she wasn't sure she wanted them dropped.
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Sameera stood up from her seat, a little grateful that she no longer had to sit on the slightly uncomfortable metal that made up part of her network clothing. She grasped at her twin's hands, sharing in her delight, though she had yet to see as much interesting things. She would bet almost certainly that Safiya had managed to find more interesting things. Safiya had always seemed, to Sameera at least, like someone who would have stories written about her, who would prefer being in control of what she did. Though of course they shared a face, Sameera always delighted in how her sister's would light up when she discovered something. She wondered if she got the same look in her eye when she had a realization or saw something intriguing.
Sameera nodded her head, placing her dates to the side and squeezing her sister's hands. "Intriguing, are they not? Imagine having such control over an animal, and what a dangerous one at that..." she glanced once more towards the snakes, already fearing that they may once go loose. She thought perhaps she recalled one or more of the children nearby, but she quickly refocused on her sister, pulling away for a second to offer her a date.
"They're wonderful, Safiya." she declared, proud for finding one of the best parts of the circus. She did adore the snack quite a lot, and she would understand if her sister did not enjoy them nearly as much. Though they shared many things, sometimes taste wasn't one of them, which was perfectly fine with Sameera. The less her sister enjoyed the dates, the more Sameera would get to eat all by herself, though sharing was something she was more than used to.
She wondered what things would be on display when the circus started...she was quite partial to tales of people performing near-inhuman tricks with their bodies, twisting into shapes Sameera couldn't even believe. She wondered if that was what it was like to be married to someone you didn't love. Then she began to think about what it would be like to get married and became a bit distracted by the thought. She had been doing that more often lately, becoming distracted by thoughts. Not specifically of marriage, but often of the future. Maybe she was destined to be one of the mystical fortune tellers standing outside, whispering secrets of possible futures to others.
Sameera would much rather be a librarian, if she had the choice. She looked at her sister once more. "What is your favourite part so far, sister? The snakes? Do you think...do you think they will bring other animals in?" Sameera was greatly curious about the potential of the circus, and it was hard to contain excitement when real life could get so boring sometimes. She wondered if other the daughters of other Noble Heis felt this way, if the Queen pondered leaving the palace to see the circus sometimes. Oh, to be someone with less responsibilities. Then again, Sameera had grown so used to carrying them that she wasn't sure she wanted them dropped.
Sameera stood up from her seat, a little grateful that she no longer had to sit on the slightly uncomfortable metal that made up part of her network clothing. She grasped at her twin's hands, sharing in her delight, though she had yet to see as much interesting things. She would bet almost certainly that Safiya had managed to find more interesting things. Safiya had always seemed, to Sameera at least, like someone who would have stories written about her, who would prefer being in control of what she did. Though of course they shared a face, Sameera always delighted in how her sister's would light up when she discovered something. She wondered if she got the same look in her eye when she had a realization or saw something intriguing.
Sameera nodded her head, placing her dates to the side and squeezing her sister's hands. "Intriguing, are they not? Imagine having such control over an animal, and what a dangerous one at that..." she glanced once more towards the snakes, already fearing that they may once go loose. She thought perhaps she recalled one or more of the children nearby, but she quickly refocused on her sister, pulling away for a second to offer her a date.
"They're wonderful, Safiya." she declared, proud for finding one of the best parts of the circus. She did adore the snack quite a lot, and she would understand if her sister did not enjoy them nearly as much. Though they shared many things, sometimes taste wasn't one of them, which was perfectly fine with Sameera. The less her sister enjoyed the dates, the more Sameera would get to eat all by herself, though sharing was something she was more than used to.
She wondered what things would be on display when the circus started...she was quite partial to tales of people performing near-inhuman tricks with their bodies, twisting into shapes Sameera couldn't even believe. She wondered if that was what it was like to be married to someone you didn't love. Then she began to think about what it would be like to get married and became a bit distracted by the thought. She had been doing that more often lately, becoming distracted by thoughts. Not specifically of marriage, but often of the future. Maybe she was destined to be one of the mystical fortune tellers standing outside, whispering secrets of possible futures to others.
Sameera would much rather be a librarian, if she had the choice. She looked at her sister once more. "What is your favourite part so far, sister? The snakes? Do you think...do you think they will bring other animals in?" Sameera was greatly curious about the potential of the circus, and it was hard to contain excitement when real life could get so boring sometimes. She wondered if other the daughters of other Noble Heis felt this way, if the Queen pondered leaving the palace to see the circus sometimes. Oh, to be someone with less responsibilities. Then again, Sameera had grown so used to carrying them that she wasn't sure she wanted them dropped.
