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The bag was interesting. It was… earthy. No- woodsy. No not quite woodsy, spicy. The more Akila sniffed it, the more she couldn’t quite tell what it was. What she did know… it was very potent. Without even properly smoking this shit, she could already tell the stuff was good.
Akila didn’t like Judea. It wasn’t as bad as Athenia, but it was still fucking awful. The people were prudish and boring. But the merchants were what made this place better than the cesspool in Athenia. They had good, quality things, and for as fucking racist as the people were- it was a good hub to find people more from the east, at least in comparison to Greece. Akila rarely left Judea without finding something interesting… even if it might just be the slaves she smuggled onto her ship.
After haggling with a trader which took far too long, neither speaking fluently one common language so they spent it switching between others, Akila finally secured something that was.. Interesting. It was more than poppy, that much was for certain. And some of her clients might pay quite the price to have an elevated experience. But how elevated?
Akila was excited to find out.
But she needed an adjective to describe it. Oh sure, she could just tell people it gets you higher than the stars in the sky, but what kind of saleswoman would she be if she couldn’t at least pretty up her language sometimes. Woodsy? Earthy? Spicy? Were they accurate? Yes? But… what else.
Akila glanced around. There weren’t many interesting people about. She could just ask her crew, but asking them to use their brain for something outside of sailing a ship was like asking a goat to sprout wings and start flying- actually the goat was more likely to do that than her crewmates. Fucking imbeciles.
“Oy! You! Girl!” Akila said when she spotted a Judean girl. She’d be pretty, Akila thought, if it wasn’t for the scarf around her head. She had nice, full lips. It was a good thing Judeans spent a lot of time on their knees, with lips like those… well, if Akila had a dick she’d know where to throw her money at. “Do me a favor and smell this. What’s it smell like to you?”
She pushed the bag towards her, spices and herbs wafting in the air as part of it opened. She didn’t much care if the Judean didn’t give her an answer, she’ll just find someone who does. Though they probably won’t be as pleasing to look at, shame.
The area around them was quite clear. No guards, not even a cat was wandering the street. Even the merchant had packed up and left for the day. It was just Akila and the pretty lipped girl. Hm, how… fortunate.
Holding a bag of drugs in front of the girl made Akila wonder… what was a Judean like when high? She had gotten drunk with one long ago. But never high. Or were they such prudes that even drugs were sinful? Fuck- this place was boring.
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The bag was interesting. It was… earthy. No- woodsy. No not quite woodsy, spicy. The more Akila sniffed it, the more she couldn’t quite tell what it was. What she did know… it was very potent. Without even properly smoking this shit, she could already tell the stuff was good.
Akila didn’t like Judea. It wasn’t as bad as Athenia, but it was still fucking awful. The people were prudish and boring. But the merchants were what made this place better than the cesspool in Athenia. They had good, quality things, and for as fucking racist as the people were- it was a good hub to find people more from the east, at least in comparison to Greece. Akila rarely left Judea without finding something interesting… even if it might just be the slaves she smuggled onto her ship.
After haggling with a trader which took far too long, neither speaking fluently one common language so they spent it switching between others, Akila finally secured something that was.. Interesting. It was more than poppy, that much was for certain. And some of her clients might pay quite the price to have an elevated experience. But how elevated?
Akila was excited to find out.
But she needed an adjective to describe it. Oh sure, she could just tell people it gets you higher than the stars in the sky, but what kind of saleswoman would she be if she couldn’t at least pretty up her language sometimes. Woodsy? Earthy? Spicy? Were they accurate? Yes? But… what else.
Akila glanced around. There weren’t many interesting people about. She could just ask her crew, but asking them to use their brain for something outside of sailing a ship was like asking a goat to sprout wings and start flying- actually the goat was more likely to do that than her crewmates. Fucking imbeciles.
“Oy! You! Girl!” Akila said when she spotted a Judean girl. She’d be pretty, Akila thought, if it wasn’t for the scarf around her head. She had nice, full lips. It was a good thing Judeans spent a lot of time on their knees, with lips like those… well, if Akila had a dick she’d know where to throw her money at. “Do me a favor and smell this. What’s it smell like to you?”
She pushed the bag towards her, spices and herbs wafting in the air as part of it opened. She didn’t much care if the Judean didn’t give her an answer, she’ll just find someone who does. Though they probably won’t be as pleasing to look at, shame.
The area around them was quite clear. No guards, not even a cat was wandering the street. Even the merchant had packed up and left for the day. It was just Akila and the pretty lipped girl. Hm, how… fortunate.
Holding a bag of drugs in front of the girl made Akila wonder… what was a Judean like when high? She had gotten drunk with one long ago. But never high. Or were they such prudes that even drugs were sinful? Fuck- this place was boring.
The bag was interesting. It was… earthy. No- woodsy. No not quite woodsy, spicy. The more Akila sniffed it, the more she couldn’t quite tell what it was. What she did know… it was very potent. Without even properly smoking this shit, she could already tell the stuff was good.
Akila didn’t like Judea. It wasn’t as bad as Athenia, but it was still fucking awful. The people were prudish and boring. But the merchants were what made this place better than the cesspool in Athenia. They had good, quality things, and for as fucking racist as the people were- it was a good hub to find people more from the east, at least in comparison to Greece. Akila rarely left Judea without finding something interesting… even if it might just be the slaves she smuggled onto her ship.
After haggling with a trader which took far too long, neither speaking fluently one common language so they spent it switching between others, Akila finally secured something that was.. Interesting. It was more than poppy, that much was for certain. And some of her clients might pay quite the price to have an elevated experience. But how elevated?
Akila was excited to find out.
But she needed an adjective to describe it. Oh sure, she could just tell people it gets you higher than the stars in the sky, but what kind of saleswoman would she be if she couldn’t at least pretty up her language sometimes. Woodsy? Earthy? Spicy? Were they accurate? Yes? But… what else.
Akila glanced around. There weren’t many interesting people about. She could just ask her crew, but asking them to use their brain for something outside of sailing a ship was like asking a goat to sprout wings and start flying- actually the goat was more likely to do that than her crewmates. Fucking imbeciles.
“Oy! You! Girl!” Akila said when she spotted a Judean girl. She’d be pretty, Akila thought, if it wasn’t for the scarf around her head. She had nice, full lips. It was a good thing Judeans spent a lot of time on their knees, with lips like those… well, if Akila had a dick she’d know where to throw her money at. “Do me a favor and smell this. What’s it smell like to you?”
She pushed the bag towards her, spices and herbs wafting in the air as part of it opened. She didn’t much care if the Judean didn’t give her an answer, she’ll just find someone who does. Though they probably won’t be as pleasing to look at, shame.
The area around them was quite clear. No guards, not even a cat was wandering the street. Even the merchant had packed up and left for the day. It was just Akila and the pretty lipped girl. Hm, how… fortunate.
Holding a bag of drugs in front of the girl made Akila wonder… what was a Judean like when high? She had gotten drunk with one long ago. But never high. Or were they such prudes that even drugs were sinful? Fuck- this place was boring.
Talora smiled down at the little statuette that she had found. One of her mother's would like this, for sure. It was a little carving of a goat, one of Talora's favorite animals. And this was one of her favorite pasttimes: shopping. When she had been a young girl, it hadn't been as fun to follow her mothers around the market. But now that she was an adult woman, it was much easier to just walk about on her own. Generally, she would have brought one of her sisters with her, however today she had wanted to go on her own.
Especially now that she was in gift giving mode. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if any of her family saw the little trinkets that she had purchase for them, would it? Besides, gifts were an easy way to get her family thinking about anything other than the fact that tomorrow morning Talora would walk back into the home around sunrise, bathe the scent of a man off her, and then shuffle into bed.
Distracted and more than ready to pluck up the little figuring, pay for it, and move on, she quickly found herself crowded by a woman that she didn't know. Her accent was distinctly not Judean, and her hebrew seemed rather rough when she did speak. Giving Akila a rather distrustful look, Talora didn't argue with her, simply leaning forward and smelling the bag of herbs that the woman was holding out to her.
Now, she had been told as a child to watch out who she interacted with, but there didn't seem to be any danger in just taking a whiff of this woman's purchase. The scent was unique, and not at all unpleasant. "It smells..." Talora started, thinking about the words that she wanted to use to describe what she was smelling, "Musky and warm," she said honestly, lifting her head and watching the Egyptian newcomer with an expression veiled with kindness.
"Since you asked me a question, I get to ask you a question," Talora declared boldly then, looking down at the adorable goat figurine that she wanted to give to her mother, "My mother adores animals, and my favorite is the goat. Do you like this one, or this one?" Talora asked, pointing to another similar little figurine for Akila to observe.
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Talora smiled down at the little statuette that she had found. One of her mother's would like this, for sure. It was a little carving of a goat, one of Talora's favorite animals. And this was one of her favorite pasttimes: shopping. When she had been a young girl, it hadn't been as fun to follow her mothers around the market. But now that she was an adult woman, it was much easier to just walk about on her own. Generally, she would have brought one of her sisters with her, however today she had wanted to go on her own.
Especially now that she was in gift giving mode. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if any of her family saw the little trinkets that she had purchase for them, would it? Besides, gifts were an easy way to get her family thinking about anything other than the fact that tomorrow morning Talora would walk back into the home around sunrise, bathe the scent of a man off her, and then shuffle into bed.
Distracted and more than ready to pluck up the little figuring, pay for it, and move on, she quickly found herself crowded by a woman that she didn't know. Her accent was distinctly not Judean, and her hebrew seemed rather rough when she did speak. Giving Akila a rather distrustful look, Talora didn't argue with her, simply leaning forward and smelling the bag of herbs that the woman was holding out to her.
Now, she had been told as a child to watch out who she interacted with, but there didn't seem to be any danger in just taking a whiff of this woman's purchase. The scent was unique, and not at all unpleasant. "It smells..." Talora started, thinking about the words that she wanted to use to describe what she was smelling, "Musky and warm," she said honestly, lifting her head and watching the Egyptian newcomer with an expression veiled with kindness.
"Since you asked me a question, I get to ask you a question," Talora declared boldly then, looking down at the adorable goat figurine that she wanted to give to her mother, "My mother adores animals, and my favorite is the goat. Do you like this one, or this one?" Talora asked, pointing to another similar little figurine for Akila to observe.
Talora smiled down at the little statuette that she had found. One of her mother's would like this, for sure. It was a little carving of a goat, one of Talora's favorite animals. And this was one of her favorite pasttimes: shopping. When she had been a young girl, it hadn't been as fun to follow her mothers around the market. But now that she was an adult woman, it was much easier to just walk about on her own. Generally, she would have brought one of her sisters with her, however today she had wanted to go on her own.
Especially now that she was in gift giving mode. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if any of her family saw the little trinkets that she had purchase for them, would it? Besides, gifts were an easy way to get her family thinking about anything other than the fact that tomorrow morning Talora would walk back into the home around sunrise, bathe the scent of a man off her, and then shuffle into bed.
Distracted and more than ready to pluck up the little figuring, pay for it, and move on, she quickly found herself crowded by a woman that she didn't know. Her accent was distinctly not Judean, and her hebrew seemed rather rough when she did speak. Giving Akila a rather distrustful look, Talora didn't argue with her, simply leaning forward and smelling the bag of herbs that the woman was holding out to her.
Now, she had been told as a child to watch out who she interacted with, but there didn't seem to be any danger in just taking a whiff of this woman's purchase. The scent was unique, and not at all unpleasant. "It smells..." Talora started, thinking about the words that she wanted to use to describe what she was smelling, "Musky and warm," she said honestly, lifting her head and watching the Egyptian newcomer with an expression veiled with kindness.
"Since you asked me a question, I get to ask you a question," Talora declared boldly then, looking down at the adorable goat figurine that she wanted to give to her mother, "My mother adores animals, and my favorite is the goat. Do you like this one, or this one?" Talora asked, pointing to another similar little figurine for Akila to observe.
To her surprise she answered. Musky and warm. Musk. That was a dangerous word. Sometimes it was nice. It was woodsy. It was strong. But sometimes it was awful. Like the musk that her men had after working all day in the hot sun before they bathed. Musk. Such a… delicate word. Fragile? Dangerous?
Fuck all these adjectives were giving her a headache.
Then she asked about the goats. Who the hell wants a goat figurine? First off, Akila was not a fan of goats. After spending far too long shackled to Lukos where they had to strangle a goat with the chain that connected them so they could have something to eat- the animal was not one that she was fond of. The milk was no where near as good as normal cattle, and the cheese was… well, musky.
Then there was the figurine itself. Who the hell wants a figurine? What are you going to do? Stare at it? Now, Akila was possessive of what was her’s. She liked things. She liked money more. The only real items that she would scour the world and slit throats for was her dagger and her khopesh. The thought of a useless wooden goat sitting in her captain’s quarters irked her. It wasn’t even pretty.
“Neither,” she finally answered after looking at them. “They add nothing but to be stared at. Besides,” she picked one of the goats up, where in the woodwork she saw a tiny chip. Akila wasn’t an appraiser. She was a thief. But in her time stealing from very rich merchant ships she saw valuable items. This was not anywhere close to it. “It’s over priced for shoddy work.”
Shoddy work indeed. The other one had problems with the way it was painted. She could see where the paint would peel and leave the ugly would underneath. Akila would never have wasted space on her ship for figurines like these.
Then again, did Judeans even have taste?
“You want good quality?” Akila raised a brow at the lip-girl. “This bag right here- that’s quality. Have you ever had herbs like these before? Might help clear your mind, get you to think really… creatively for your mother.”
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To her surprise she answered. Musky and warm. Musk. That was a dangerous word. Sometimes it was nice. It was woodsy. It was strong. But sometimes it was awful. Like the musk that her men had after working all day in the hot sun before they bathed. Musk. Such a… delicate word. Fragile? Dangerous?
Fuck all these adjectives were giving her a headache.
Then she asked about the goats. Who the hell wants a goat figurine? First off, Akila was not a fan of goats. After spending far too long shackled to Lukos where they had to strangle a goat with the chain that connected them so they could have something to eat- the animal was not one that she was fond of. The milk was no where near as good as normal cattle, and the cheese was… well, musky.
Then there was the figurine itself. Who the hell wants a figurine? What are you going to do? Stare at it? Now, Akila was possessive of what was her’s. She liked things. She liked money more. The only real items that she would scour the world and slit throats for was her dagger and her khopesh. The thought of a useless wooden goat sitting in her captain’s quarters irked her. It wasn’t even pretty.
“Neither,” she finally answered after looking at them. “They add nothing but to be stared at. Besides,” she picked one of the goats up, where in the woodwork she saw a tiny chip. Akila wasn’t an appraiser. She was a thief. But in her time stealing from very rich merchant ships she saw valuable items. This was not anywhere close to it. “It’s over priced for shoddy work.”
Shoddy work indeed. The other one had problems with the way it was painted. She could see where the paint would peel and leave the ugly would underneath. Akila would never have wasted space on her ship for figurines like these.
Then again, did Judeans even have taste?
“You want good quality?” Akila raised a brow at the lip-girl. “This bag right here- that’s quality. Have you ever had herbs like these before? Might help clear your mind, get you to think really… creatively for your mother.”
To her surprise she answered. Musky and warm. Musk. That was a dangerous word. Sometimes it was nice. It was woodsy. It was strong. But sometimes it was awful. Like the musk that her men had after working all day in the hot sun before they bathed. Musk. Such a… delicate word. Fragile? Dangerous?
Fuck all these adjectives were giving her a headache.
Then she asked about the goats. Who the hell wants a goat figurine? First off, Akila was not a fan of goats. After spending far too long shackled to Lukos where they had to strangle a goat with the chain that connected them so they could have something to eat- the animal was not one that she was fond of. The milk was no where near as good as normal cattle, and the cheese was… well, musky.
Then there was the figurine itself. Who the hell wants a figurine? What are you going to do? Stare at it? Now, Akila was possessive of what was her’s. She liked things. She liked money more. The only real items that she would scour the world and slit throats for was her dagger and her khopesh. The thought of a useless wooden goat sitting in her captain’s quarters irked her. It wasn’t even pretty.
“Neither,” she finally answered after looking at them. “They add nothing but to be stared at. Besides,” she picked one of the goats up, where in the woodwork she saw a tiny chip. Akila wasn’t an appraiser. She was a thief. But in her time stealing from very rich merchant ships she saw valuable items. This was not anywhere close to it. “It’s over priced for shoddy work.”
Shoddy work indeed. The other one had problems with the way it was painted. She could see where the paint would peel and leave the ugly would underneath. Akila would never have wasted space on her ship for figurines like these.
Then again, did Judeans even have taste?
“You want good quality?” Akila raised a brow at the lip-girl. “This bag right here- that’s quality. Have you ever had herbs like these before? Might help clear your mind, get you to think really… creatively for your mother.”
Oh.
This woman didn't like either figurine? That was highly disappointing and Talora found herself looking down at the wooden figures with a very tight frown on her features. She wasn't sure if she should be insulted about the assessment, or relieved that she hadn't wasted money on what the Egyptian woman thought was shoddy work. And then she was wondering what types of figurines they had in Egypt. Were they made of clay? Were they bigger, prettier? Could she maybe find a way to get one for her mother?
Did they sculpt goats, too? She knew that cats were a big thing in Egypt, and she was imagining rows and rows and rows of cat statues and figurines, her smile growing slowly. Well, that was a pleasant thought. Her mother appreciated cats as well, and now she was daydreaming about getting her hands on a statue with much better workmanship than these.
But Akila's words drew her back to the bag that she was holding, her brows furrowing a little more as she stared at the bag, silently questioning what those herbs did. She had an idea, and yes, she had tried herbs like that before. Was she up for trying them with a stranger? Well... absolutely. Strangers were her forte, and if she was going to continue down her path of self-destruction, it may as well have been with this strange woman in front of her.
"I am not a creative," Talora excused herself, however, shifting from one foot to the other. "But..." and here, the woman leaned in so that only Akila could hear her, "I am curious about your herbs," she said lightly, shrugging her shoulders and giving her an almost rebellious smile. This was a different change of events, and the day that she had planned slowly wandered its way out of her mind.
"I have had some before, but yours smell different," she noted, already trying to pull Akila away from the stall that they had been standing in front of. If they could find somewhere quiet and private, she would be all for testing out the merchandise that the pirate held in her hands.
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This woman didn't like either figurine? That was highly disappointing and Talora found herself looking down at the wooden figures with a very tight frown on her features. She wasn't sure if she should be insulted about the assessment, or relieved that she hadn't wasted money on what the Egyptian woman thought was shoddy work. And then she was wondering what types of figurines they had in Egypt. Were they made of clay? Were they bigger, prettier? Could she maybe find a way to get one for her mother?
Did they sculpt goats, too? She knew that cats were a big thing in Egypt, and she was imagining rows and rows and rows of cat statues and figurines, her smile growing slowly. Well, that was a pleasant thought. Her mother appreciated cats as well, and now she was daydreaming about getting her hands on a statue with much better workmanship than these.
But Akila's words drew her back to the bag that she was holding, her brows furrowing a little more as she stared at the bag, silently questioning what those herbs did. She had an idea, and yes, she had tried herbs like that before. Was she up for trying them with a stranger? Well... absolutely. Strangers were her forte, and if she was going to continue down her path of self-destruction, it may as well have been with this strange woman in front of her.
"I am not a creative," Talora excused herself, however, shifting from one foot to the other. "But..." and here, the woman leaned in so that only Akila could hear her, "I am curious about your herbs," she said lightly, shrugging her shoulders and giving her an almost rebellious smile. This was a different change of events, and the day that she had planned slowly wandered its way out of her mind.
"I have had some before, but yours smell different," she noted, already trying to pull Akila away from the stall that they had been standing in front of. If they could find somewhere quiet and private, she would be all for testing out the merchandise that the pirate held in her hands.
Oh.
This woman didn't like either figurine? That was highly disappointing and Talora found herself looking down at the wooden figures with a very tight frown on her features. She wasn't sure if she should be insulted about the assessment, or relieved that she hadn't wasted money on what the Egyptian woman thought was shoddy work. And then she was wondering what types of figurines they had in Egypt. Were they made of clay? Were they bigger, prettier? Could she maybe find a way to get one for her mother?
Did they sculpt goats, too? She knew that cats were a big thing in Egypt, and she was imagining rows and rows and rows of cat statues and figurines, her smile growing slowly. Well, that was a pleasant thought. Her mother appreciated cats as well, and now she was daydreaming about getting her hands on a statue with much better workmanship than these.
But Akila's words drew her back to the bag that she was holding, her brows furrowing a little more as she stared at the bag, silently questioning what those herbs did. She had an idea, and yes, she had tried herbs like that before. Was she up for trying them with a stranger? Well... absolutely. Strangers were her forte, and if she was going to continue down her path of self-destruction, it may as well have been with this strange woman in front of her.
"I am not a creative," Talora excused herself, however, shifting from one foot to the other. "But..." and here, the woman leaned in so that only Akila could hear her, "I am curious about your herbs," she said lightly, shrugging her shoulders and giving her an almost rebellious smile. This was a different change of events, and the day that she had planned slowly wandered its way out of her mind.
"I have had some before, but yours smell different," she noted, already trying to pull Akila away from the stall that they had been standing in front of. If they could find somewhere quiet and private, she would be all for testing out the merchandise that the pirate held in her hands.
A smirk spread across Akila’s lips as the girl showed interest in the little bag of herbs she held in her hand. How… unexpected. Was this girl a dunce and thought this was herbs used for cooking? Or maybe she did have a realization of what these were and was trying to prove the Judean stereotype wrong by actually being someone interesting.
I have had some before, but yours smell different. Oh, ho what a fun little find Akila had stumbled upon in the marketplace. If they were any closer to her ship Akila might have considered taking her. It’s not every day you get a pretty, Judean girl that didn’t have a stick shoved up so far up their ass that she could see the other end poking out of their mouth. She’d be a fun one to give to her boys, and by the time they got to the slavers, she’d probably still be worth quite a lot.
Shit luck that she was landlocked, though. At least she could get a buyer for these drugs quickly- and have some fun while she was at it.
Akila followed the girl until they were further into the marketplace, down the winding road and twisting alleys until they were no one but the pair. Akila glanced left and right, half expecting someone to jump out and attack her. She didn’t know this girl, but Akila knew she had enemies… everywhere.
But no one did. It was just the girl with the lips and the pirate. Alone. How… fun.
Akila looked at the bag, “I can give you a sample.” She said, raising her scarred eyebrow. “But the bag will cost you. Two tolems. This didn’t come cheap- and to smuggle it in Judea was risky enough.” And, plus, as far as Judeans went… this girl didn’t look like she was poor. They might try to dress as modest as they behaved, but Akila could see quality clothes a mile away. And she had such silky, pretty skin that didn’t even have a crack in it like she was never overexposed to sun or work. Akila worked with all types of people, she was fairly good at a quick read.
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A smirk spread across Akila’s lips as the girl showed interest in the little bag of herbs she held in her hand. How… unexpected. Was this girl a dunce and thought this was herbs used for cooking? Or maybe she did have a realization of what these were and was trying to prove the Judean stereotype wrong by actually being someone interesting.
I have had some before, but yours smell different. Oh, ho what a fun little find Akila had stumbled upon in the marketplace. If they were any closer to her ship Akila might have considered taking her. It’s not every day you get a pretty, Judean girl that didn’t have a stick shoved up so far up their ass that she could see the other end poking out of their mouth. She’d be a fun one to give to her boys, and by the time they got to the slavers, she’d probably still be worth quite a lot.
Shit luck that she was landlocked, though. At least she could get a buyer for these drugs quickly- and have some fun while she was at it.
Akila followed the girl until they were further into the marketplace, down the winding road and twisting alleys until they were no one but the pair. Akila glanced left and right, half expecting someone to jump out and attack her. She didn’t know this girl, but Akila knew she had enemies… everywhere.
But no one did. It was just the girl with the lips and the pirate. Alone. How… fun.
Akila looked at the bag, “I can give you a sample.” She said, raising her scarred eyebrow. “But the bag will cost you. Two tolems. This didn’t come cheap- and to smuggle it in Judea was risky enough.” And, plus, as far as Judeans went… this girl didn’t look like she was poor. They might try to dress as modest as they behaved, but Akila could see quality clothes a mile away. And she had such silky, pretty skin that didn’t even have a crack in it like she was never overexposed to sun or work. Akila worked with all types of people, she was fairly good at a quick read.
A smirk spread across Akila’s lips as the girl showed interest in the little bag of herbs she held in her hand. How… unexpected. Was this girl a dunce and thought this was herbs used for cooking? Or maybe she did have a realization of what these were and was trying to prove the Judean stereotype wrong by actually being someone interesting.
I have had some before, but yours smell different. Oh, ho what a fun little find Akila had stumbled upon in the marketplace. If they were any closer to her ship Akila might have considered taking her. It’s not every day you get a pretty, Judean girl that didn’t have a stick shoved up so far up their ass that she could see the other end poking out of their mouth. She’d be a fun one to give to her boys, and by the time they got to the slavers, she’d probably still be worth quite a lot.
Shit luck that she was landlocked, though. At least she could get a buyer for these drugs quickly- and have some fun while she was at it.
Akila followed the girl until they were further into the marketplace, down the winding road and twisting alleys until they were no one but the pair. Akila glanced left and right, half expecting someone to jump out and attack her. She didn’t know this girl, but Akila knew she had enemies… everywhere.
But no one did. It was just the girl with the lips and the pirate. Alone. How… fun.
Akila looked at the bag, “I can give you a sample.” She said, raising her scarred eyebrow. “But the bag will cost you. Two tolems. This didn’t come cheap- and to smuggle it in Judea was risky enough.” And, plus, as far as Judeans went… this girl didn’t look like she was poor. They might try to dress as modest as they behaved, but Akila could see quality clothes a mile away. And she had such silky, pretty skin that didn’t even have a crack in it like she was never overexposed to sun or work. Akila worked with all types of people, she was fairly good at a quick read.
Talora wasn't entirely trusting and she was generally not as welcome as visitors as many others. However, the girl she was interacting with was bold, and that was enough to draw her attention. So she followed after the pirate, adjusting the shawl around her hair and letting her gaze flicker toward the sky. She had some time to explore and socialize before she would need to be back home for supper. There were some days where her mother didn't tolerate her wandering attitude, and today had already proved to be one of those days.
They walked for a little bit until they were the only two around. It still wasn't entirely private, but it also wasn't like anyone ever came into this darker part of the city. It was rare for someone to pass this way, and thats why where were crates and boxes piled up against this wall and that. It was used for storage, mostly, and that gave them enough cover to have some semblance of privacy.
Glancing at the bag that Akila held, Talora lifted one eyebrow and observed her carefully. "I think before I take anything from you, miss, that I would like to know your name," the woman murmured. "My name is Talora, and I feel like we should be on better terms prior to sharing a drug that will take our minds from us." The only semblance of propriety she usually showed with a person, but she didn't exactly feel comfortable not having her wits about her with a person she didn't at least know the name of.
If she ended up robbed or worse, at least she would have a name to toss to one of the city protectors. But she did like the allure of trying something that had been difficult to bring into Judea from the very beginning, a smile turning the corners of her lips upward. "We'll see if whatever you have is good enough for me to buy more of. Else, you may need to find another buyer. But I shall try your sample, provided you try it with me."
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Talora wasn't entirely trusting and she was generally not as welcome as visitors as many others. However, the girl she was interacting with was bold, and that was enough to draw her attention. So she followed after the pirate, adjusting the shawl around her hair and letting her gaze flicker toward the sky. She had some time to explore and socialize before she would need to be back home for supper. There were some days where her mother didn't tolerate her wandering attitude, and today had already proved to be one of those days.
They walked for a little bit until they were the only two around. It still wasn't entirely private, but it also wasn't like anyone ever came into this darker part of the city. It was rare for someone to pass this way, and thats why where were crates and boxes piled up against this wall and that. It was used for storage, mostly, and that gave them enough cover to have some semblance of privacy.
Glancing at the bag that Akila held, Talora lifted one eyebrow and observed her carefully. "I think before I take anything from you, miss, that I would like to know your name," the woman murmured. "My name is Talora, and I feel like we should be on better terms prior to sharing a drug that will take our minds from us." The only semblance of propriety she usually showed with a person, but she didn't exactly feel comfortable not having her wits about her with a person she didn't at least know the name of.
If she ended up robbed or worse, at least she would have a name to toss to one of the city protectors. But she did like the allure of trying something that had been difficult to bring into Judea from the very beginning, a smile turning the corners of her lips upward. "We'll see if whatever you have is good enough for me to buy more of. Else, you may need to find another buyer. But I shall try your sample, provided you try it with me."
Talora wasn't entirely trusting and she was generally not as welcome as visitors as many others. However, the girl she was interacting with was bold, and that was enough to draw her attention. So she followed after the pirate, adjusting the shawl around her hair and letting her gaze flicker toward the sky. She had some time to explore and socialize before she would need to be back home for supper. There were some days where her mother didn't tolerate her wandering attitude, and today had already proved to be one of those days.
They walked for a little bit until they were the only two around. It still wasn't entirely private, but it also wasn't like anyone ever came into this darker part of the city. It was rare for someone to pass this way, and thats why where were crates and boxes piled up against this wall and that. It was used for storage, mostly, and that gave them enough cover to have some semblance of privacy.
Glancing at the bag that Akila held, Talora lifted one eyebrow and observed her carefully. "I think before I take anything from you, miss, that I would like to know your name," the woman murmured. "My name is Talora, and I feel like we should be on better terms prior to sharing a drug that will take our minds from us." The only semblance of propriety she usually showed with a person, but she didn't exactly feel comfortable not having her wits about her with a person she didn't at least know the name of.
If she ended up robbed or worse, at least she would have a name to toss to one of the city protectors. But she did like the allure of trying something that had been difficult to bring into Judea from the very beginning, a smile turning the corners of her lips upward. "We'll see if whatever you have is good enough for me to buy more of. Else, you may need to find another buyer. But I shall try your sample, provided you try it with me."
She was rich. Akila had already noticed it before, with the quality of her clothes and how well taken care of and pampered the girl was. But just listening to her she oozed the… prim and properness that came with the elite. They always spoke so… stiffly. Or maybe it was because she was Judean? Akila didn’t often try to share conversations with Judeans. The last thing she wanted to hear about was their god, or their faith, or their fucking racism. To be fair, they didn’t usually want to hear from her either. It was pure business when she steps foot on these lands.
“Akila,” The pirate finally answered as she pulled out her papers. She looked around and saw a torch hanging on the wall, used to light up the alley for people who walked past it at night. It was lit now, providing a beautiful opportunity for the two to enjoy the drugs. She lifted the papers to it until the herbs caught, and she passed it to the girl.
“I’ll be happy to share,” Her lips curled into a smirk. “And you’ll find that I only offer the finest goods.” The shitty stuff wasn’t worth taking. “Why don’t you take the first hit? I insist.”Already she could smell it burning in the air. Musky was, in the end, a good word to describe it. It was heavy, but a sort of heavy that was relaxing, like a blanket during a stormy night. It lingered and stuck, and drew one in. This would sell very well.
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She was rich. Akila had already noticed it before, with the quality of her clothes and how well taken care of and pampered the girl was. But just listening to her she oozed the… prim and properness that came with the elite. They always spoke so… stiffly. Or maybe it was because she was Judean? Akila didn’t often try to share conversations with Judeans. The last thing she wanted to hear about was their god, or their faith, or their fucking racism. To be fair, they didn’t usually want to hear from her either. It was pure business when she steps foot on these lands.
“Akila,” The pirate finally answered as she pulled out her papers. She looked around and saw a torch hanging on the wall, used to light up the alley for people who walked past it at night. It was lit now, providing a beautiful opportunity for the two to enjoy the drugs. She lifted the papers to it until the herbs caught, and she passed it to the girl.
“I’ll be happy to share,” Her lips curled into a smirk. “And you’ll find that I only offer the finest goods.” The shitty stuff wasn’t worth taking. “Why don’t you take the first hit? I insist.”Already she could smell it burning in the air. Musky was, in the end, a good word to describe it. It was heavy, but a sort of heavy that was relaxing, like a blanket during a stormy night. It lingered and stuck, and drew one in. This would sell very well.
She was rich. Akila had already noticed it before, with the quality of her clothes and how well taken care of and pampered the girl was. But just listening to her she oozed the… prim and properness that came with the elite. They always spoke so… stiffly. Or maybe it was because she was Judean? Akila didn’t often try to share conversations with Judeans. The last thing she wanted to hear about was their god, or their faith, or their fucking racism. To be fair, they didn’t usually want to hear from her either. It was pure business when she steps foot on these lands.
“Akila,” The pirate finally answered as she pulled out her papers. She looked around and saw a torch hanging on the wall, used to light up the alley for people who walked past it at night. It was lit now, providing a beautiful opportunity for the two to enjoy the drugs. She lifted the papers to it until the herbs caught, and she passed it to the girl.
“I’ll be happy to share,” Her lips curled into a smirk. “And you’ll find that I only offer the finest goods.” The shitty stuff wasn’t worth taking. “Why don’t you take the first hit? I insist.”Already she could smell it burning in the air. Musky was, in the end, a good word to describe it. It was heavy, but a sort of heavy that was relaxing, like a blanket during a stormy night. It lingered and stuck, and drew one in. This would sell very well.
Talora found herself fixating on the woman in front of her, thinking about the words that she has spoke and how she looked. She was pretty, and even the scarred eyebrow gave her a more exotic look. Talora was generally as distrusting of outsiders as the others in her Kingdom, but this was the exception. If someone was offering her a fun time, who was she to deny them? Besides, there was no promise that Talora would buy anything, even if this was the most amazing herb she'd ever smoked in her life. Who else would she share it with? One of the men she laid with?
Hmmm...
That was a good idea. And that was why she did reach out to take the roll of paper and herb from Akila, watching her face with an almost perfectly arched eyebrow. "Akila," she said calmly, "What does your name mean?" she questioned calmly as if to keep making conversation as she brought the herb to her lips and took a hit off of it. Holding it in and then breathing out, she let the smoke rise toward the sky, her blue eyes watching that, now, instead of the woman before her.
She could feel it. The way it made her nearly immediately relax, and hummed aloud, smiling slightly. Okay, maybe Akila wasn't just bluffing to try and make a sale. Offering the herb back to the pirate, Talora glanced back toward the wall behind her and easily settled herself against the stone, thinking and letting the pull of the drug soothe her entire body. "You don't look the type to sell something like this," she admitted, "Too beautiful," she added, her smile growing slightly as her gaze drifted back to Akila's lips. "Your eyes and mouth, especially," Talora commented, wanting to run her fingers through her hair, but not being able to with the scarf over her head.
Mm. Maybe she actually needed to sit down, the scent of the drug still wafting in the air. Slowly bringing herself into a sitting position, Talora giggled a little. "I like this," she said without any hesitation whatsoever.
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Talora found herself fixating on the woman in front of her, thinking about the words that she has spoke and how she looked. She was pretty, and even the scarred eyebrow gave her a more exotic look. Talora was generally as distrusting of outsiders as the others in her Kingdom, but this was the exception. If someone was offering her a fun time, who was she to deny them? Besides, there was no promise that Talora would buy anything, even if this was the most amazing herb she'd ever smoked in her life. Who else would she share it with? One of the men she laid with?
Hmmm...
That was a good idea. And that was why she did reach out to take the roll of paper and herb from Akila, watching her face with an almost perfectly arched eyebrow. "Akila," she said calmly, "What does your name mean?" she questioned calmly as if to keep making conversation as she brought the herb to her lips and took a hit off of it. Holding it in and then breathing out, she let the smoke rise toward the sky, her blue eyes watching that, now, instead of the woman before her.
She could feel it. The way it made her nearly immediately relax, and hummed aloud, smiling slightly. Okay, maybe Akila wasn't just bluffing to try and make a sale. Offering the herb back to the pirate, Talora glanced back toward the wall behind her and easily settled herself against the stone, thinking and letting the pull of the drug soothe her entire body. "You don't look the type to sell something like this," she admitted, "Too beautiful," she added, her smile growing slightly as her gaze drifted back to Akila's lips. "Your eyes and mouth, especially," Talora commented, wanting to run her fingers through her hair, but not being able to with the scarf over her head.
Mm. Maybe she actually needed to sit down, the scent of the drug still wafting in the air. Slowly bringing herself into a sitting position, Talora giggled a little. "I like this," she said without any hesitation whatsoever.
Talora found herself fixating on the woman in front of her, thinking about the words that she has spoke and how she looked. She was pretty, and even the scarred eyebrow gave her a more exotic look. Talora was generally as distrusting of outsiders as the others in her Kingdom, but this was the exception. If someone was offering her a fun time, who was she to deny them? Besides, there was no promise that Talora would buy anything, even if this was the most amazing herb she'd ever smoked in her life. Who else would she share it with? One of the men she laid with?
Hmmm...
That was a good idea. And that was why she did reach out to take the roll of paper and herb from Akila, watching her face with an almost perfectly arched eyebrow. "Akila," she said calmly, "What does your name mean?" she questioned calmly as if to keep making conversation as she brought the herb to her lips and took a hit off of it. Holding it in and then breathing out, she let the smoke rise toward the sky, her blue eyes watching that, now, instead of the woman before her.
She could feel it. The way it made her nearly immediately relax, and hummed aloud, smiling slightly. Okay, maybe Akila wasn't just bluffing to try and make a sale. Offering the herb back to the pirate, Talora glanced back toward the wall behind her and easily settled herself against the stone, thinking and letting the pull of the drug soothe her entire body. "You don't look the type to sell something like this," she admitted, "Too beautiful," she added, her smile growing slightly as her gaze drifted back to Akila's lips. "Your eyes and mouth, especially," Talora commented, wanting to run her fingers through her hair, but not being able to with the scarf over her head.
Mm. Maybe she actually needed to sit down, the scent of the drug still wafting in the air. Slowly bringing herself into a sitting position, Talora giggled a little. "I like this," she said without any hesitation whatsoever.
