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Neithotep and her brother Akhenaten were quite familiar with the more disreputable section of Cairo and the taverns and brothels that lay within; some might even say too familiar. Then again, neither of them cared much for what others said. They knew where they were liked. They knew where they were wanted. And it wasn’t at home.
It was late in the evening when Nia and Akhenaten found themselves walking up to one of their more frequented taverns, a seedy little establishment with the flippant name Tears of the Nile. It was well known for its strong drinks and plentiful opium, along with some of the best dancers and performers that could be found this deep in the city. Nia had seen performances in the palace of the Pharaoh more than once. She still thought this place was better.
At least as far as the company went.
Offering a bright smile to her younger sibling, they slipped inside without a word. As soon as they stepped past the door, they were encased in smoke and haze, the sweet smell of burning poppy wafting into her nose. The resonating sound of a foreign bard’s voice filled the air, immediately enchanting the young lady of Hei Sheifa. Seeking its source, she smiled; she had come at the right time. A tension she didn’t even realize she was holding released in her shoulders, dropping a kiss on her brother’s cheek before disappearing further into the room.
Twining through the small crowd so that she might find a better vantage point to watch this unknown performer, Nia was greeted by faces both known and unknown. One of the tavern’s regulars, a middle-aged woman by the name of Rashida held out her pipe in offering as the nubile girl passed. Lips pulling into a broad grin, she accepted, taking a long, luxurious drag of the heady nectar so many were already indulging in. With a murmured thanks, she brushed Rashida’s cheek and kept moving until she came to a more open area with a better view of the singer.
Settling on one of the free cushions, another pipe was passed her way, this time from unfamiliar hands. Not that she cared. Free drugs were free drugs and who was Nia to say no? Accepting it gratefully, she took another hit, the smoke curling from her nose as she leaned back. Spotting a lovely woman with dark skin and exotically beautiful eyes lounging nearby, she scooted a little closer and offered her the pipe, as well.
“He’s got quite the voice, don’t you think?” she asked the stranger with another smile, indicating the golden-haired bard they were all gathered around. With a conspiratorial wink, she added, “And rather handsome, too.”
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Neithotep and her brother Akhenaten were quite familiar with the more disreputable section of Cairo and the taverns and brothels that lay within; some might even say too familiar. Then again, neither of them cared much for what others said. They knew where they were liked. They knew where they were wanted. And it wasn’t at home.
It was late in the evening when Nia and Akhenaten found themselves walking up to one of their more frequented taverns, a seedy little establishment with the flippant name Tears of the Nile. It was well known for its strong drinks and plentiful opium, along with some of the best dancers and performers that could be found this deep in the city. Nia had seen performances in the palace of the Pharaoh more than once. She still thought this place was better.
At least as far as the company went.
Offering a bright smile to her younger sibling, they slipped inside without a word. As soon as they stepped past the door, they were encased in smoke and haze, the sweet smell of burning poppy wafting into her nose. The resonating sound of a foreign bard’s voice filled the air, immediately enchanting the young lady of Hei Sheifa. Seeking its source, she smiled; she had come at the right time. A tension she didn’t even realize she was holding released in her shoulders, dropping a kiss on her brother’s cheek before disappearing further into the room.
Twining through the small crowd so that she might find a better vantage point to watch this unknown performer, Nia was greeted by faces both known and unknown. One of the tavern’s regulars, a middle-aged woman by the name of Rashida held out her pipe in offering as the nubile girl passed. Lips pulling into a broad grin, she accepted, taking a long, luxurious drag of the heady nectar so many were already indulging in. With a murmured thanks, she brushed Rashida’s cheek and kept moving until she came to a more open area with a better view of the singer.
Settling on one of the free cushions, another pipe was passed her way, this time from unfamiliar hands. Not that she cared. Free drugs were free drugs and who was Nia to say no? Accepting it gratefully, she took another hit, the smoke curling from her nose as she leaned back. Spotting a lovely woman with dark skin and exotically beautiful eyes lounging nearby, she scooted a little closer and offered her the pipe, as well.
“He’s got quite the voice, don’t you think?” she asked the stranger with another smile, indicating the golden-haired bard they were all gathered around. With a conspiratorial wink, she added, “And rather handsome, too.”
Neithotep and her brother Akhenaten were quite familiar with the more disreputable section of Cairo and the taverns and brothels that lay within; some might even say too familiar. Then again, neither of them cared much for what others said. They knew where they were liked. They knew where they were wanted. And it wasn’t at home.
It was late in the evening when Nia and Akhenaten found themselves walking up to one of their more frequented taverns, a seedy little establishment with the flippant name Tears of the Nile. It was well known for its strong drinks and plentiful opium, along with some of the best dancers and performers that could be found this deep in the city. Nia had seen performances in the palace of the Pharaoh more than once. She still thought this place was better.
At least as far as the company went.
Offering a bright smile to her younger sibling, they slipped inside without a word. As soon as they stepped past the door, they were encased in smoke and haze, the sweet smell of burning poppy wafting into her nose. The resonating sound of a foreign bard’s voice filled the air, immediately enchanting the young lady of Hei Sheifa. Seeking its source, she smiled; she had come at the right time. A tension she didn’t even realize she was holding released in her shoulders, dropping a kiss on her brother’s cheek before disappearing further into the room.
Twining through the small crowd so that she might find a better vantage point to watch this unknown performer, Nia was greeted by faces both known and unknown. One of the tavern’s regulars, a middle-aged woman by the name of Rashida held out her pipe in offering as the nubile girl passed. Lips pulling into a broad grin, she accepted, taking a long, luxurious drag of the heady nectar so many were already indulging in. With a murmured thanks, she brushed Rashida’s cheek and kept moving until she came to a more open area with a better view of the singer.
Settling on one of the free cushions, another pipe was passed her way, this time from unfamiliar hands. Not that she cared. Free drugs were free drugs and who was Nia to say no? Accepting it gratefully, she took another hit, the smoke curling from her nose as she leaned back. Spotting a lovely woman with dark skin and exotically beautiful eyes lounging nearby, she scooted a little closer and offered her the pipe, as well.
“He’s got quite the voice, don’t you think?” she asked the stranger with another smile, indicating the golden-haired bard they were all gathered around. With a conspiratorial wink, she added, “And rather handsome, too.”
When Neena was addressed, it surprised her in the sense that she had not realised the young woman was approaching. But as relaxed, open and genuinely excited by life that Neena was, there wasn't a lot that could surprise her. Especially in an establishment like this where everything was permitted and no bars were held. It was as if her protective instincts that might keep out opportunity and fun were naturally lowered in this kind of setting. If she found herself in a dangerous situation she would, of course, defend herself. But her senses were not set to autopilot that threat and danger were the automatic reading of a stranger coming up to her. So far that evening, three men had attempted to smile their way into her good graces and one woman with a leery eye, who clearly came to such a place to hide her sexuality had offered Neena a drink. All of whom she had welcomed with a friendly smile but eventually rejected the company of.
She did not feel like dousing herself in the carnal that night. Perhaps it was still too soon since she had left Hasani and Tanishe. Perhaps it was because she had come to pay witness and excited audience member (coin was always more readily handed over if the crowd was excitable, and it only took one voice praising the singer to encourage such a communal feeling), or perhaps she was just not interested that eve. Either way, she was not open to romantic propositions.
The girl who approached her now, however - for it was clear she was but a girl - offered her something far more to her tastes that night and produced a pipe with her as she spoke. Such opiate smoking was something Neena occasionally partook in. After years of smelling the smoke of such tastes in the leadership tents of the Zaire, she had a fairly high tolerance for such indulgences which meant that she could enjoy the drug without succumbing entirely to its effects. Neena liked to be enough in control of herself to make her own choices but she wasn't interested in forgoing the experience of opiates.
With a broad smile - startlingly white in the middle of her dark face - Neena took the pipe from the girl, her hand strongly tanned and the nails at the ends clipped short for practical purposes.
Neena never wore or held herself to be particularly feminine. She wore no jewellery beyond the jade bangle fastened around her upper arm and a silver band that was melded around her wrist. Her more precious possessions (only two of them being jewellery in kind) were kept in the small leather pouch tied beneath her short tunic, around her upper thigh. Her hair was down tonight and wild around her head in tight curls, her tunic was soft and feathering in multiple layers of brightly coloured gossamer and there were several thin, gold rings around each of her ankles which were on open show. She sat leant back in her chair, her feet braced up on the small, circular table before her. Her feet were bare and there was a silver ring around her second toe on her right foot.
With a nod of thanks to the girl - there was a loud applause and jeer at a particular line in Hesiodos' song that would have blocked out any words to issue from her mouth - Neena wrapped her voluptuous lips around the tip of the pipe and breathed in. She held the smoke in a practised manner before allowing it to be exhaled through her nose and the corner of her mouth, away from the girl. The scent of the mixture in the pipe was heady and a little musky. There was also a lingering undertone of nuts and tobacco.
When the girl commented on the bard in question - the man who had encouraged Neena out that evening despite a lack of money for drinks - Neena couldn't help the broad smile on her face stretching wider, her voice rising so that the Egyptian could hear her.
"And he knows it, too!" Her voice held a strong tone of amusement as she giggled a little in the back of her throat.
Taking one of her feet from the table in front of her, Neena kicked gently at the leg of the chair beside her so that the seat turned expectantly towards the girl, offering her a means of joining her.
"Don't let him hear you say such things." Neena warned, taking up the free drink the woman from a half hour ago had purchased for her and taking a sip. "His head will be too big to fit out the door when we leave."
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When Neena was addressed, it surprised her in the sense that she had not realised the young woman was approaching. But as relaxed, open and genuinely excited by life that Neena was, there wasn't a lot that could surprise her. Especially in an establishment like this where everything was permitted and no bars were held. It was as if her protective instincts that might keep out opportunity and fun were naturally lowered in this kind of setting. If she found herself in a dangerous situation she would, of course, defend herself. But her senses were not set to autopilot that threat and danger were the automatic reading of a stranger coming up to her. So far that evening, three men had attempted to smile their way into her good graces and one woman with a leery eye, who clearly came to such a place to hide her sexuality had offered Neena a drink. All of whom she had welcomed with a friendly smile but eventually rejected the company of.
She did not feel like dousing herself in the carnal that night. Perhaps it was still too soon since she had left Hasani and Tanishe. Perhaps it was because she had come to pay witness and excited audience member (coin was always more readily handed over if the crowd was excitable, and it only took one voice praising the singer to encourage such a communal feeling), or perhaps she was just not interested that eve. Either way, she was not open to romantic propositions.
The girl who approached her now, however - for it was clear she was but a girl - offered her something far more to her tastes that night and produced a pipe with her as she spoke. Such opiate smoking was something Neena occasionally partook in. After years of smelling the smoke of such tastes in the leadership tents of the Zaire, she had a fairly high tolerance for such indulgences which meant that she could enjoy the drug without succumbing entirely to its effects. Neena liked to be enough in control of herself to make her own choices but she wasn't interested in forgoing the experience of opiates.
With a broad smile - startlingly white in the middle of her dark face - Neena took the pipe from the girl, her hand strongly tanned and the nails at the ends clipped short for practical purposes.
Neena never wore or held herself to be particularly feminine. She wore no jewellery beyond the jade bangle fastened around her upper arm and a silver band that was melded around her wrist. Her more precious possessions (only two of them being jewellery in kind) were kept in the small leather pouch tied beneath her short tunic, around her upper thigh. Her hair was down tonight and wild around her head in tight curls, her tunic was soft and feathering in multiple layers of brightly coloured gossamer and there were several thin, gold rings around each of her ankles which were on open show. She sat leant back in her chair, her feet braced up on the small, circular table before her. Her feet were bare and there was a silver ring around her second toe on her right foot.
With a nod of thanks to the girl - there was a loud applause and jeer at a particular line in Hesiodos' song that would have blocked out any words to issue from her mouth - Neena wrapped her voluptuous lips around the tip of the pipe and breathed in. She held the smoke in a practised manner before allowing it to be exhaled through her nose and the corner of her mouth, away from the girl. The scent of the mixture in the pipe was heady and a little musky. There was also a lingering undertone of nuts and tobacco.
When the girl commented on the bard in question - the man who had encouraged Neena out that evening despite a lack of money for drinks - Neena couldn't help the broad smile on her face stretching wider, her voice rising so that the Egyptian could hear her.
"And he knows it, too!" Her voice held a strong tone of amusement as she giggled a little in the back of her throat.
Taking one of her feet from the table in front of her, Neena kicked gently at the leg of the chair beside her so that the seat turned expectantly towards the girl, offering her a means of joining her.
"Don't let him hear you say such things." Neena warned, taking up the free drink the woman from a half hour ago had purchased for her and taking a sip. "His head will be too big to fit out the door when we leave."
When Neena was addressed, it surprised her in the sense that she had not realised the young woman was approaching. But as relaxed, open and genuinely excited by life that Neena was, there wasn't a lot that could surprise her. Especially in an establishment like this where everything was permitted and no bars were held. It was as if her protective instincts that might keep out opportunity and fun were naturally lowered in this kind of setting. If she found herself in a dangerous situation she would, of course, defend herself. But her senses were not set to autopilot that threat and danger were the automatic reading of a stranger coming up to her. So far that evening, three men had attempted to smile their way into her good graces and one woman with a leery eye, who clearly came to such a place to hide her sexuality had offered Neena a drink. All of whom she had welcomed with a friendly smile but eventually rejected the company of.
She did not feel like dousing herself in the carnal that night. Perhaps it was still too soon since she had left Hasani and Tanishe. Perhaps it was because she had come to pay witness and excited audience member (coin was always more readily handed over if the crowd was excitable, and it only took one voice praising the singer to encourage such a communal feeling), or perhaps she was just not interested that eve. Either way, she was not open to romantic propositions.
The girl who approached her now, however - for it was clear she was but a girl - offered her something far more to her tastes that night and produced a pipe with her as she spoke. Such opiate smoking was something Neena occasionally partook in. After years of smelling the smoke of such tastes in the leadership tents of the Zaire, she had a fairly high tolerance for such indulgences which meant that she could enjoy the drug without succumbing entirely to its effects. Neena liked to be enough in control of herself to make her own choices but she wasn't interested in forgoing the experience of opiates.
With a broad smile - startlingly white in the middle of her dark face - Neena took the pipe from the girl, her hand strongly tanned and the nails at the ends clipped short for practical purposes.
Neena never wore or held herself to be particularly feminine. She wore no jewellery beyond the jade bangle fastened around her upper arm and a silver band that was melded around her wrist. Her more precious possessions (only two of them being jewellery in kind) were kept in the small leather pouch tied beneath her short tunic, around her upper thigh. Her hair was down tonight and wild around her head in tight curls, her tunic was soft and feathering in multiple layers of brightly coloured gossamer and there were several thin, gold rings around each of her ankles which were on open show. She sat leant back in her chair, her feet braced up on the small, circular table before her. Her feet were bare and there was a silver ring around her second toe on her right foot.
With a nod of thanks to the girl - there was a loud applause and jeer at a particular line in Hesiodos' song that would have blocked out any words to issue from her mouth - Neena wrapped her voluptuous lips around the tip of the pipe and breathed in. She held the smoke in a practised manner before allowing it to be exhaled through her nose and the corner of her mouth, away from the girl. The scent of the mixture in the pipe was heady and a little musky. There was also a lingering undertone of nuts and tobacco.
When the girl commented on the bard in question - the man who had encouraged Neena out that evening despite a lack of money for drinks - Neena couldn't help the broad smile on her face stretching wider, her voice rising so that the Egyptian could hear her.
"And he knows it, too!" Her voice held a strong tone of amusement as she giggled a little in the back of her throat.
Taking one of her feet from the table in front of her, Neena kicked gently at the leg of the chair beside her so that the seat turned expectantly towards the girl, offering her a means of joining her.
"Don't let him hear you say such things." Neena warned, taking up the free drink the woman from a half hour ago had purchased for her and taking a sip. "His head will be too big to fit out the door when we leave."
Hesiodos felt truly at home at the stage. Be it in a theatre, surrounding a campfire, like now, at a bar, he felt most comfortable when he was in the spotlight, reciting verses as he strummed his lyre with the ability that Apollo gave him. After travelling together from Alexandria to Cairo, the bard was feeling the itch of performing, so he dragged Neena to one of the taverns where both alcohol and opium flowed like the waters of the Nile. At first she protested, since neither of them had money for that kind of indulgence, but Hesiodos assured her that they would receive them no matter what happened.
So he began to play, and truly, his prediction became true. As he strummed his lyre, free drinks were offered, and a couple of people offered him some ‘private’ time in their rooms, which he accepted, but after the performance was done. He loved being a musician.
Hesiodos was dressed in his usual modified chlamys, which allowed him to wear two swords easily – it was clasped by a golden brooch in the shape of a songbird, and it was a rich wine red – his favorite color, as it would dissimulate spilled wine over his clothes, and the blood after he would be cut in a fight. His feet wore sturdy leather boots, which were faded from the years he had been walking on the road.
Of course, he didn’t lose the sight of Neena, receiving her own drinks. He was always thankful of having her as part of the audience – her voice was one of the ones that cheered the loudest. From his spot at the stage, without missing a note or a verse of his song, he noticed how she made friends with someone else, who offered him a pipe. As soon as the music stopped, and the applause commenced, he decided he wanted some of that. So he went down gracefully, and approached his friend.
When he was near, he noticed the girl sitting there. His eyes and facial expression made it clear that he was interested, “Neena, my dear, I see you caught a little fly in your web”, he said with a cheeky grin. He eyed the pipe not so discretely, and waited for it to be offered to him, “Tell me, did you enjoy the song?”
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Hesiodos felt truly at home at the stage. Be it in a theatre, surrounding a campfire, like now, at a bar, he felt most comfortable when he was in the spotlight, reciting verses as he strummed his lyre with the ability that Apollo gave him. After travelling together from Alexandria to Cairo, the bard was feeling the itch of performing, so he dragged Neena to one of the taverns where both alcohol and opium flowed like the waters of the Nile. At first she protested, since neither of them had money for that kind of indulgence, but Hesiodos assured her that they would receive them no matter what happened.
So he began to play, and truly, his prediction became true. As he strummed his lyre, free drinks were offered, and a couple of people offered him some ‘private’ time in their rooms, which he accepted, but after the performance was done. He loved being a musician.
Hesiodos was dressed in his usual modified chlamys, which allowed him to wear two swords easily – it was clasped by a golden brooch in the shape of a songbird, and it was a rich wine red – his favorite color, as it would dissimulate spilled wine over his clothes, and the blood after he would be cut in a fight. His feet wore sturdy leather boots, which were faded from the years he had been walking on the road.
Of course, he didn’t lose the sight of Neena, receiving her own drinks. He was always thankful of having her as part of the audience – her voice was one of the ones that cheered the loudest. From his spot at the stage, without missing a note or a verse of his song, he noticed how she made friends with someone else, who offered him a pipe. As soon as the music stopped, and the applause commenced, he decided he wanted some of that. So he went down gracefully, and approached his friend.
When he was near, he noticed the girl sitting there. His eyes and facial expression made it clear that he was interested, “Neena, my dear, I see you caught a little fly in your web”, he said with a cheeky grin. He eyed the pipe not so discretely, and waited for it to be offered to him, “Tell me, did you enjoy the song?”
Hesiodos felt truly at home at the stage. Be it in a theatre, surrounding a campfire, like now, at a bar, he felt most comfortable when he was in the spotlight, reciting verses as he strummed his lyre with the ability that Apollo gave him. After travelling together from Alexandria to Cairo, the bard was feeling the itch of performing, so he dragged Neena to one of the taverns where both alcohol and opium flowed like the waters of the Nile. At first she protested, since neither of them had money for that kind of indulgence, but Hesiodos assured her that they would receive them no matter what happened.
So he began to play, and truly, his prediction became true. As he strummed his lyre, free drinks were offered, and a couple of people offered him some ‘private’ time in their rooms, which he accepted, but after the performance was done. He loved being a musician.
Hesiodos was dressed in his usual modified chlamys, which allowed him to wear two swords easily – it was clasped by a golden brooch in the shape of a songbird, and it was a rich wine red – his favorite color, as it would dissimulate spilled wine over his clothes, and the blood after he would be cut in a fight. His feet wore sturdy leather boots, which were faded from the years he had been walking on the road.
Of course, he didn’t lose the sight of Neena, receiving her own drinks. He was always thankful of having her as part of the audience – her voice was one of the ones that cheered the loudest. From his spot at the stage, without missing a note or a verse of his song, he noticed how she made friends with someone else, who offered him a pipe. As soon as the music stopped, and the applause commenced, he decided he wanted some of that. So he went down gracefully, and approached his friend.
When he was near, he noticed the girl sitting there. His eyes and facial expression made it clear that he was interested, “Neena, my dear, I see you caught a little fly in your web”, he said with a cheeky grin. He eyed the pipe not so discretely, and waited for it to be offered to him, “Tell me, did you enjoy the song?”
Giggling a little as her friend spied her and her acquaintance, Neena was hardly surprised when he came down to join them. Two pretty girls, opium and drink? If she didn't know her friend well enough to know his devotion to his craft, she would have been surprised that he managed to finish his song before taking a break to come down and join them.
"I've caught nothing." Neena argued with amusement, winking at the girl beside her with more friendliness than their status as strangers would normally allow. "She just came over of her own free will and stayed under the same motivations." She opened up her hands in a nonchalant what can you do? gesture. "I can't help it if I'm effortlessly charming Hesi."
Waving a hand between the two of them Neena, made the introductions that were needed.
"This is Hesiodos, by the way-" she told the girl, "- and as you probably just heard, I'm Neena. But you can call me whatever you like, and I advise not calling him anything at all." At the scandalised look her friend shot her, Neena, learnt forward with her tongue between her teeth. "You're a bad influence on the young, Hesi. I have to do something to slow your corruption of Cairo's youth." Her teeth flashed bright white in the darkness of the bar and her bronze face. She rolled her eyes at the girl who had joined them, unable to give her name as she hadn't parted with it but already treating her like part of their inner sanctum of friendship.
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Giggling a little as her friend spied her and her acquaintance, Neena was hardly surprised when he came down to join them. Two pretty girls, opium and drink? If she didn't know her friend well enough to know his devotion to his craft, she would have been surprised that he managed to finish his song before taking a break to come down and join them.
"I've caught nothing." Neena argued with amusement, winking at the girl beside her with more friendliness than their status as strangers would normally allow. "She just came over of her own free will and stayed under the same motivations." She opened up her hands in a nonchalant what can you do? gesture. "I can't help it if I'm effortlessly charming Hesi."
Waving a hand between the two of them Neena, made the introductions that were needed.
"This is Hesiodos, by the way-" she told the girl, "- and as you probably just heard, I'm Neena. But you can call me whatever you like, and I advise not calling him anything at all." At the scandalised look her friend shot her, Neena, learnt forward with her tongue between her teeth. "You're a bad influence on the young, Hesi. I have to do something to slow your corruption of Cairo's youth." Her teeth flashed bright white in the darkness of the bar and her bronze face. She rolled her eyes at the girl who had joined them, unable to give her name as she hadn't parted with it but already treating her like part of their inner sanctum of friendship.
Giggling a little as her friend spied her and her acquaintance, Neena was hardly surprised when he came down to join them. Two pretty girls, opium and drink? If she didn't know her friend well enough to know his devotion to his craft, she would have been surprised that he managed to finish his song before taking a break to come down and join them.
"I've caught nothing." Neena argued with amusement, winking at the girl beside her with more friendliness than their status as strangers would normally allow. "She just came over of her own free will and stayed under the same motivations." She opened up her hands in a nonchalant what can you do? gesture. "I can't help it if I'm effortlessly charming Hesi."
Waving a hand between the two of them Neena, made the introductions that were needed.
"This is Hesiodos, by the way-" she told the girl, "- and as you probably just heard, I'm Neena. But you can call me whatever you like, and I advise not calling him anything at all." At the scandalised look her friend shot her, Neena, learnt forward with her tongue between her teeth. "You're a bad influence on the young, Hesi. I have to do something to slow your corruption of Cairo's youth." Her teeth flashed bright white in the darkness of the bar and her bronze face. She rolled her eyes at the girl who had joined them, unable to give her name as she hadn't parted with it but already treating her like part of their inner sanctum of friendship.
A charming smile played about the edges of Nia’s full lips before taking the seat that Neena offered. The lovely woman next to her did not appear fully Egyptian, and the man who’d joined them clearly wasn’t at all, the young lady of Hei Sheifa wondering how the two had met in the first place. Were they friends? Lovers? Observing their interaction, she was leaning more toward the former, and the way the bard looked at her nearly made her certain of it.
“Neithotep,” she introduced herself to them, taking the pipe back and pulling another drag from it before handing it off to its original owner. Holding the smoke for a long moment, she glanced between them before releasing it in a slow exhale through parted lips. Muscles slowly relaxing, she leaned back in her chair, ankles crossed beneath the long gauzy fabric of her white kalasiris. “Or Nia, if you like. It’s a pleasure to meet you both, Neena,” she nodded to the other woman, “and Hesiodos.” This name she said a little slower, unaccustomed to the unusual syllables of the Greek tongue.
Another smile flashed across her face for the golden-haired minstrel, nodding at his question. “Yes, I was just telling her I enjoyed your song quite a bit,” Nia replied, her cheeks dimpling from her grin. “You’ve got a lovely voice. I’d love to hear more.”
Looking back at Neena, the grin widened at his jest. “And if I’m caught in her web, it’s a web I’m quite content to be in. Though I’d like to think I have more appeal than your average fly.”
A sweet laugh spilled from her lips at the gentle banter between the two, shaking her head. “Trust me, Neena, you don’t have to worry about your friend here corrupting me,” she informed the woman with a teasingly rueful look. “I’m afraid that corruption is already deep-seated and longstanding, much to the shock and horror of those closest to my heart.”
The smile she threw the bard’s way was suggestive and flirtatious, lashes lowering over one dark eye in a wink. “Besides, maybe I’d like to be corrupted even further. Surely there’s at least a few Grecian quirks and perversions I’ve yet to be exposed to. I welcome it all with open arms.”
Another laugh and she glanced between them again, her eyes sparkling with mischievous mirth. “So, tell me, my new friends, how you came to be in Cairo. Did you two meet here, or have you been travelling together long? Where’d you come from before?” Looking at Hesiodos, her head cocked curiously to the side. “You, especially, seem a far way from home. What brought you to Egypt? Seems a rather far journey just for some beer and a few songs.”
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A charming smile played about the edges of Nia’s full lips before taking the seat that Neena offered. The lovely woman next to her did not appear fully Egyptian, and the man who’d joined them clearly wasn’t at all, the young lady of Hei Sheifa wondering how the two had met in the first place. Were they friends? Lovers? Observing their interaction, she was leaning more toward the former, and the way the bard looked at her nearly made her certain of it.
“Neithotep,” she introduced herself to them, taking the pipe back and pulling another drag from it before handing it off to its original owner. Holding the smoke for a long moment, she glanced between them before releasing it in a slow exhale through parted lips. Muscles slowly relaxing, she leaned back in her chair, ankles crossed beneath the long gauzy fabric of her white kalasiris. “Or Nia, if you like. It’s a pleasure to meet you both, Neena,” she nodded to the other woman, “and Hesiodos.” This name she said a little slower, unaccustomed to the unusual syllables of the Greek tongue.
Another smile flashed across her face for the golden-haired minstrel, nodding at his question. “Yes, I was just telling her I enjoyed your song quite a bit,” Nia replied, her cheeks dimpling from her grin. “You’ve got a lovely voice. I’d love to hear more.”
Looking back at Neena, the grin widened at his jest. “And if I’m caught in her web, it’s a web I’m quite content to be in. Though I’d like to think I have more appeal than your average fly.”
A sweet laugh spilled from her lips at the gentle banter between the two, shaking her head. “Trust me, Neena, you don’t have to worry about your friend here corrupting me,” she informed the woman with a teasingly rueful look. “I’m afraid that corruption is already deep-seated and longstanding, much to the shock and horror of those closest to my heart.”
The smile she threw the bard’s way was suggestive and flirtatious, lashes lowering over one dark eye in a wink. “Besides, maybe I’d like to be corrupted even further. Surely there’s at least a few Grecian quirks and perversions I’ve yet to be exposed to. I welcome it all with open arms.”
Another laugh and she glanced between them again, her eyes sparkling with mischievous mirth. “So, tell me, my new friends, how you came to be in Cairo. Did you two meet here, or have you been travelling together long? Where’d you come from before?” Looking at Hesiodos, her head cocked curiously to the side. “You, especially, seem a far way from home. What brought you to Egypt? Seems a rather far journey just for some beer and a few songs.”
A charming smile played about the edges of Nia’s full lips before taking the seat that Neena offered. The lovely woman next to her did not appear fully Egyptian, and the man who’d joined them clearly wasn’t at all, the young lady of Hei Sheifa wondering how the two had met in the first place. Were they friends? Lovers? Observing their interaction, she was leaning more toward the former, and the way the bard looked at her nearly made her certain of it.
“Neithotep,” she introduced herself to them, taking the pipe back and pulling another drag from it before handing it off to its original owner. Holding the smoke for a long moment, she glanced between them before releasing it in a slow exhale through parted lips. Muscles slowly relaxing, she leaned back in her chair, ankles crossed beneath the long gauzy fabric of her white kalasiris. “Or Nia, if you like. It’s a pleasure to meet you both, Neena,” she nodded to the other woman, “and Hesiodos.” This name she said a little slower, unaccustomed to the unusual syllables of the Greek tongue.
Another smile flashed across her face for the golden-haired minstrel, nodding at his question. “Yes, I was just telling her I enjoyed your song quite a bit,” Nia replied, her cheeks dimpling from her grin. “You’ve got a lovely voice. I’d love to hear more.”
Looking back at Neena, the grin widened at his jest. “And if I’m caught in her web, it’s a web I’m quite content to be in. Though I’d like to think I have more appeal than your average fly.”
A sweet laugh spilled from her lips at the gentle banter between the two, shaking her head. “Trust me, Neena, you don’t have to worry about your friend here corrupting me,” she informed the woman with a teasingly rueful look. “I’m afraid that corruption is already deep-seated and longstanding, much to the shock and horror of those closest to my heart.”
The smile she threw the bard’s way was suggestive and flirtatious, lashes lowering over one dark eye in a wink. “Besides, maybe I’d like to be corrupted even further. Surely there’s at least a few Grecian quirks and perversions I’ve yet to be exposed to. I welcome it all with open arms.”
Another laugh and she glanced between them again, her eyes sparkling with mischievous mirth. “So, tell me, my new friends, how you came to be in Cairo. Did you two meet here, or have you been travelling together long? Where’d you come from before?” Looking at Hesiodos, her head cocked curiously to the side. “You, especially, seem a far way from home. What brought you to Egypt? Seems a rather far journey just for some beer and a few songs.”
“Oh, like how you didn’t catch me, my dear?”, he said with a small laugh. If the pretty girl wasn’t there, he would have thought she was referring to him, who came to her on his own free will and stayed for the same reason… and because he grew to love her, and many more reasons. And one of the reasons he loved her was that cheekyness she had, “Oh please, if I’m not going to corrupt Cairo, who else will it be? Can you imagine it so dull and boring?”, he said in an overdramatic way, one that would surprise most people when they saw he was not laughing… though he was on the inside, and he knew Neena was as well.
She immediately took a liking of the girl, Nia, when she pronounced his name. Most people in Africa butchered his name, since they were accustomed to the pronunciation, but she at least made an effort to make it sound as well as possible… and she did a pretty damn good job at it. When she complimented her, though, he knew they were with good company, “Oh, you’re too kind… I’m taking requests! And if it’s a song I don’t know, I will give you one free sexual favor! Isn’t that delightful?”, and at that, he did laugh briskly. He knew Neena would find it amusing – and he was eager to see how Neithotep would take it.
“Mmm, now that I’ve seen you better, I see you’re more than a flee… quite a cute butterly, aren’t you?”, he complimented, and took a seat at the side of Neena. Taking the pipe, he took a long drag, held it in as she spoke, and then let out the smoke through a slow exhale. His body relaxed, just as he liked it, “Oh, is it now? Well, then you came to the right place. My friend here and I are some of the most corrupt individuals, other than the politicians that’s it”, he pointed that with a wink.
Her next words made him smile. This was quite his kind of gal… one that had no shame in talking of what she wanted, “You will be delighted to know that I’m one of the most quirky and perverted Greeks there is… isn’t that right, my dear?”, he said to Neena with a grin, wrapping his arm around her, perhaps a bit to close. But for them, it was never too close.
He let Neena answer to her first question, but since the second one was addressed to him, he obliged, “Beer and a few songs are a good reason as any”, he shrugged, “But truth be told… I like seeing the world. I have all kinds of lust, and one of them is wanderlust… seeing other places is one of my passions, learning about them, knowing what is happening… I never cease to be amazed. And I hope it stays that way.”
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“Oh, like how you didn’t catch me, my dear?”, he said with a small laugh. If the pretty girl wasn’t there, he would have thought she was referring to him, who came to her on his own free will and stayed for the same reason… and because he grew to love her, and many more reasons. And one of the reasons he loved her was that cheekyness she had, “Oh please, if I’m not going to corrupt Cairo, who else will it be? Can you imagine it so dull and boring?”, he said in an overdramatic way, one that would surprise most people when they saw he was not laughing… though he was on the inside, and he knew Neena was as well.
She immediately took a liking of the girl, Nia, when she pronounced his name. Most people in Africa butchered his name, since they were accustomed to the pronunciation, but she at least made an effort to make it sound as well as possible… and she did a pretty damn good job at it. When she complimented her, though, he knew they were with good company, “Oh, you’re too kind… I’m taking requests! And if it’s a song I don’t know, I will give you one free sexual favor! Isn’t that delightful?”, and at that, he did laugh briskly. He knew Neena would find it amusing – and he was eager to see how Neithotep would take it.
“Mmm, now that I’ve seen you better, I see you’re more than a flee… quite a cute butterly, aren’t you?”, he complimented, and took a seat at the side of Neena. Taking the pipe, he took a long drag, held it in as she spoke, and then let out the smoke through a slow exhale. His body relaxed, just as he liked it, “Oh, is it now? Well, then you came to the right place. My friend here and I are some of the most corrupt individuals, other than the politicians that’s it”, he pointed that with a wink.
Her next words made him smile. This was quite his kind of gal… one that had no shame in talking of what she wanted, “You will be delighted to know that I’m one of the most quirky and perverted Greeks there is… isn’t that right, my dear?”, he said to Neena with a grin, wrapping his arm around her, perhaps a bit to close. But for them, it was never too close.
He let Neena answer to her first question, but since the second one was addressed to him, he obliged, “Beer and a few songs are a good reason as any”, he shrugged, “But truth be told… I like seeing the world. I have all kinds of lust, and one of them is wanderlust… seeing other places is one of my passions, learning about them, knowing what is happening… I never cease to be amazed. And I hope it stays that way.”
“Oh, like how you didn’t catch me, my dear?”, he said with a small laugh. If the pretty girl wasn’t there, he would have thought she was referring to him, who came to her on his own free will and stayed for the same reason… and because he grew to love her, and many more reasons. And one of the reasons he loved her was that cheekyness she had, “Oh please, if I’m not going to corrupt Cairo, who else will it be? Can you imagine it so dull and boring?”, he said in an overdramatic way, one that would surprise most people when they saw he was not laughing… though he was on the inside, and he knew Neena was as well.
She immediately took a liking of the girl, Nia, when she pronounced his name. Most people in Africa butchered his name, since they were accustomed to the pronunciation, but she at least made an effort to make it sound as well as possible… and she did a pretty damn good job at it. When she complimented her, though, he knew they were with good company, “Oh, you’re too kind… I’m taking requests! And if it’s a song I don’t know, I will give you one free sexual favor! Isn’t that delightful?”, and at that, he did laugh briskly. He knew Neena would find it amusing – and he was eager to see how Neithotep would take it.
“Mmm, now that I’ve seen you better, I see you’re more than a flee… quite a cute butterly, aren’t you?”, he complimented, and took a seat at the side of Neena. Taking the pipe, he took a long drag, held it in as she spoke, and then let out the smoke through a slow exhale. His body relaxed, just as he liked it, “Oh, is it now? Well, then you came to the right place. My friend here and I are some of the most corrupt individuals, other than the politicians that’s it”, he pointed that with a wink.
Her next words made him smile. This was quite his kind of gal… one that had no shame in talking of what she wanted, “You will be delighted to know that I’m one of the most quirky and perverted Greeks there is… isn’t that right, my dear?”, he said to Neena with a grin, wrapping his arm around her, perhaps a bit to close. But for them, it was never too close.
He let Neena answer to her first question, but since the second one was addressed to him, he obliged, “Beer and a few songs are a good reason as any”, he shrugged, “But truth be told… I like seeing the world. I have all kinds of lust, and one of them is wanderlust… seeing other places is one of my passions, learning about them, knowing what is happening… I never cease to be amazed. And I hope it stays that way.”
Neena rolled her eyes at her friend's unabashed flirting. He didn't even wait to establish the kind of woman this young thing was before he went full on with the offerings of sexual pleasure and wicked retorts. She shook her head slightly at the debauchery of it all. Not that he was likely to offend the woman (or so she hoped) - a clearly wealthy young girl who found her past-times taking her to bars and smoking opium was likely to be seeking just that kind of attention but it was never a guarantee. Curiosity was not the same as experience, and Hesi needed to watch it or he risked getting himself into trouble.
When the man offered one sexual favour per song, Neena reached out and clipped him over the back of his head with the flat of her palm, chastising him for his forwardness.
It was true that the both of them were as open, spirited and experimental as each other but Neena was a little more cautious when it came to introducing others to such a way of life. As far as Hesi was concerned, he seemed to think all should be as open with their affections. For Neena, it was more an understanding that just because individuals like herself and her friend were wild at heart, it didn't mean everyone else needed to be. It was probably why Neena often managed to pass through places and lands without incident, while Hesiodos (to her knowledge at least) left a trail of broken hearts and damaged bars in his wake.
"I'm going to grab myself another drink..." Neena stated, moving her feet from the table she had rested them on and pushing herself to standing. She moved around the chair and indicated for Hesiodos to take her place, given that there weren't many places to sit in the crowded tavern. "Try not to have her naked before I get back, Hesi." She suggested with a comedic, condescending pat on his shoulder as she negotiated around him. "Noble ladies like gentlemanly behaviour."
And moving her way towards the bar, several male eyes fixed on the impressive length of her bare, brown legs, Neena worked like liquid between people, chairs and tables, her dancing experience having her shift with a fluid motion that easily enough found her a non-existent space at the bar and the attention of the tender behind. It would be her first drink purchase of the night but she didn't mind giving the other two a moment to get acquainted before she returned...
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Neena rolled her eyes at her friend's unabashed flirting. He didn't even wait to establish the kind of woman this young thing was before he went full on with the offerings of sexual pleasure and wicked retorts. She shook her head slightly at the debauchery of it all. Not that he was likely to offend the woman (or so she hoped) - a clearly wealthy young girl who found her past-times taking her to bars and smoking opium was likely to be seeking just that kind of attention but it was never a guarantee. Curiosity was not the same as experience, and Hesi needed to watch it or he risked getting himself into trouble.
When the man offered one sexual favour per song, Neena reached out and clipped him over the back of his head with the flat of her palm, chastising him for his forwardness.
It was true that the both of them were as open, spirited and experimental as each other but Neena was a little more cautious when it came to introducing others to such a way of life. As far as Hesi was concerned, he seemed to think all should be as open with their affections. For Neena, it was more an understanding that just because individuals like herself and her friend were wild at heart, it didn't mean everyone else needed to be. It was probably why Neena often managed to pass through places and lands without incident, while Hesiodos (to her knowledge at least) left a trail of broken hearts and damaged bars in his wake.
"I'm going to grab myself another drink..." Neena stated, moving her feet from the table she had rested them on and pushing herself to standing. She moved around the chair and indicated for Hesiodos to take her place, given that there weren't many places to sit in the crowded tavern. "Try not to have her naked before I get back, Hesi." She suggested with a comedic, condescending pat on his shoulder as she negotiated around him. "Noble ladies like gentlemanly behaviour."
And moving her way towards the bar, several male eyes fixed on the impressive length of her bare, brown legs, Neena worked like liquid between people, chairs and tables, her dancing experience having her shift with a fluid motion that easily enough found her a non-existent space at the bar and the attention of the tender behind. It would be her first drink purchase of the night but she didn't mind giving the other two a moment to get acquainted before she returned...
Neena rolled her eyes at her friend's unabashed flirting. He didn't even wait to establish the kind of woman this young thing was before he went full on with the offerings of sexual pleasure and wicked retorts. She shook her head slightly at the debauchery of it all. Not that he was likely to offend the woman (or so she hoped) - a clearly wealthy young girl who found her past-times taking her to bars and smoking opium was likely to be seeking just that kind of attention but it was never a guarantee. Curiosity was not the same as experience, and Hesi needed to watch it or he risked getting himself into trouble.
When the man offered one sexual favour per song, Neena reached out and clipped him over the back of his head with the flat of her palm, chastising him for his forwardness.
It was true that the both of them were as open, spirited and experimental as each other but Neena was a little more cautious when it came to introducing others to such a way of life. As far as Hesi was concerned, he seemed to think all should be as open with their affections. For Neena, it was more an understanding that just because individuals like herself and her friend were wild at heart, it didn't mean everyone else needed to be. It was probably why Neena often managed to pass through places and lands without incident, while Hesiodos (to her knowledge at least) left a trail of broken hearts and damaged bars in his wake.
"I'm going to grab myself another drink..." Neena stated, moving her feet from the table she had rested them on and pushing herself to standing. She moved around the chair and indicated for Hesiodos to take her place, given that there weren't many places to sit in the crowded tavern. "Try not to have her naked before I get back, Hesi." She suggested with a comedic, condescending pat on his shoulder as she negotiated around him. "Noble ladies like gentlemanly behaviour."
And moving her way towards the bar, several male eyes fixed on the impressive length of her bare, brown legs, Neena worked like liquid between people, chairs and tables, her dancing experience having her shift with a fluid motion that easily enough found her a non-existent space at the bar and the attention of the tender behind. It would be her first drink purchase of the night but she didn't mind giving the other two a moment to get acquainted before she returned...
Neithotep’s laughter flitted freely through the air, the bard’s ostentatious flirting nearly throwing her into a fit. A corrupt Greek full of perversions? Well, wasn’t that just her style? Her grin deepening, she looked between him and his companion. Was he always like this or had she just struck his fancy? Looking at the way he threw his arm around Neena and pulled her into his teasing, she had a feeling that’s just how he was.
Not that she minded. She always appreciated a man—or a woman, for that matter—who was unashamed in their pursuit of passion and joy. She was the same way.
“Very forward, aren’t you?” she teased Hesiodos with a rueful shake of her head, though mahogany eyes sparkled with mirth. She winked. “Good. There’s no doubt to be had when you say it outright.”
When Neena smacked the back of his head, Nia laughed even harder. She could tell it wasn’t the first time the other woman had to rein the bard in, but she wasn’t about to complain over his boldness. It was as she’d said; it was hard to misinterpret someone’s intentions when they were stated outright. And Nia was often a woman with those very same intentions.
“You two are quite the pair,” she told them with a grin, taking an instant liking to them both. “I can’t even begin to imagine what manner of trouble you’ve gotten into before you came here. I’d love to hear about it all.”
She listened to Hesiodos speak of his wanderlust, a similar longing in her face. Nia longed for adventure, to see more of the world beyond Egypt, but she was effectively trapped. The daughter of a prosperous noble family, there were certain things that were expected of her, much to her own chagrin. Not that she ever truly performed to those expectations, but it did mean she couldn’t just wander the earth at her leisure. If only it did.
“I envy you for that,” she said wistfully, looking over at Neena, as well. “Both of you. I’ve never been outside of Egypt, and rarely even outside of Cairo. I’ve always wanted to, but never got to.” She released her breath in a longing sigh. “Maybe one day.”
When Neena stood up and announced she was going to get another drink, Nia looked after her with mock horror. “And you’re just going to leave me alone here with the quirky and perverted Greek? Who knows what might become of me while you’re away?” A grin gave the tease to her words, wiggling her fingers in farewell as she headed to the bar. “Don’t be gone too long!”
With Neena off to find herself more spirits, Nia turned to Hesiodos with a wink and a smile. “She’s wrong, though. Most noble ladies like gentlemanly behavior. I am not among them.”
Resting her chin in her hand, she looked the bard over with a critical, yet appreciative eye, wishing she’d asked Neena if she could bring her a drink, as well. “Well, then, Hesiodos, tell me how you’re enjoying Cairo so far. If you’re as well-traveled as you say, how does it measure up to other places you’ve been? I imagine it’s much hotter, at the very least.” Even in ‘winter,’ the weather in Egypt was relentless, though it was nothing compared to the height of summer. At least during Kawwal, she could walk outside without feeling like she’d been set afire.
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Neithotep’s laughter flitted freely through the air, the bard’s ostentatious flirting nearly throwing her into a fit. A corrupt Greek full of perversions? Well, wasn’t that just her style? Her grin deepening, she looked between him and his companion. Was he always like this or had she just struck his fancy? Looking at the way he threw his arm around Neena and pulled her into his teasing, she had a feeling that’s just how he was.
Not that she minded. She always appreciated a man—or a woman, for that matter—who was unashamed in their pursuit of passion and joy. She was the same way.
“Very forward, aren’t you?” she teased Hesiodos with a rueful shake of her head, though mahogany eyes sparkled with mirth. She winked. “Good. There’s no doubt to be had when you say it outright.”
When Neena smacked the back of his head, Nia laughed even harder. She could tell it wasn’t the first time the other woman had to rein the bard in, but she wasn’t about to complain over his boldness. It was as she’d said; it was hard to misinterpret someone’s intentions when they were stated outright. And Nia was often a woman with those very same intentions.
“You two are quite the pair,” she told them with a grin, taking an instant liking to them both. “I can’t even begin to imagine what manner of trouble you’ve gotten into before you came here. I’d love to hear about it all.”
She listened to Hesiodos speak of his wanderlust, a similar longing in her face. Nia longed for adventure, to see more of the world beyond Egypt, but she was effectively trapped. The daughter of a prosperous noble family, there were certain things that were expected of her, much to her own chagrin. Not that she ever truly performed to those expectations, but it did mean she couldn’t just wander the earth at her leisure. If only it did.
“I envy you for that,” she said wistfully, looking over at Neena, as well. “Both of you. I’ve never been outside of Egypt, and rarely even outside of Cairo. I’ve always wanted to, but never got to.” She released her breath in a longing sigh. “Maybe one day.”
When Neena stood up and announced she was going to get another drink, Nia looked after her with mock horror. “And you’re just going to leave me alone here with the quirky and perverted Greek? Who knows what might become of me while you’re away?” A grin gave the tease to her words, wiggling her fingers in farewell as she headed to the bar. “Don’t be gone too long!”
With Neena off to find herself more spirits, Nia turned to Hesiodos with a wink and a smile. “She’s wrong, though. Most noble ladies like gentlemanly behavior. I am not among them.”
Resting her chin in her hand, she looked the bard over with a critical, yet appreciative eye, wishing she’d asked Neena if she could bring her a drink, as well. “Well, then, Hesiodos, tell me how you’re enjoying Cairo so far. If you’re as well-traveled as you say, how does it measure up to other places you’ve been? I imagine it’s much hotter, at the very least.” Even in ‘winter,’ the weather in Egypt was relentless, though it was nothing compared to the height of summer. At least during Kawwal, she could walk outside without feeling like she’d been set afire.
Neithotep’s laughter flitted freely through the air, the bard’s ostentatious flirting nearly throwing her into a fit. A corrupt Greek full of perversions? Well, wasn’t that just her style? Her grin deepening, she looked between him and his companion. Was he always like this or had she just struck his fancy? Looking at the way he threw his arm around Neena and pulled her into his teasing, she had a feeling that’s just how he was.
Not that she minded. She always appreciated a man—or a woman, for that matter—who was unashamed in their pursuit of passion and joy. She was the same way.
“Very forward, aren’t you?” she teased Hesiodos with a rueful shake of her head, though mahogany eyes sparkled with mirth. She winked. “Good. There’s no doubt to be had when you say it outright.”
When Neena smacked the back of his head, Nia laughed even harder. She could tell it wasn’t the first time the other woman had to rein the bard in, but she wasn’t about to complain over his boldness. It was as she’d said; it was hard to misinterpret someone’s intentions when they were stated outright. And Nia was often a woman with those very same intentions.
“You two are quite the pair,” she told them with a grin, taking an instant liking to them both. “I can’t even begin to imagine what manner of trouble you’ve gotten into before you came here. I’d love to hear about it all.”
She listened to Hesiodos speak of his wanderlust, a similar longing in her face. Nia longed for adventure, to see more of the world beyond Egypt, but she was effectively trapped. The daughter of a prosperous noble family, there were certain things that were expected of her, much to her own chagrin. Not that she ever truly performed to those expectations, but it did mean she couldn’t just wander the earth at her leisure. If only it did.
“I envy you for that,” she said wistfully, looking over at Neena, as well. “Both of you. I’ve never been outside of Egypt, and rarely even outside of Cairo. I’ve always wanted to, but never got to.” She released her breath in a longing sigh. “Maybe one day.”
When Neena stood up and announced she was going to get another drink, Nia looked after her with mock horror. “And you’re just going to leave me alone here with the quirky and perverted Greek? Who knows what might become of me while you’re away?” A grin gave the tease to her words, wiggling her fingers in farewell as she headed to the bar. “Don’t be gone too long!”
With Neena off to find herself more spirits, Nia turned to Hesiodos with a wink and a smile. “She’s wrong, though. Most noble ladies like gentlemanly behavior. I am not among them.”
Resting her chin in her hand, she looked the bard over with a critical, yet appreciative eye, wishing she’d asked Neena if she could bring her a drink, as well. “Well, then, Hesiodos, tell me how you’re enjoying Cairo so far. If you’re as well-traveled as you say, how does it measure up to other places you’ve been? I imagine it’s much hotter, at the very least.” Even in ‘winter,’ the weather in Egypt was relentless, though it was nothing compared to the height of summer. At least during Kawwal, she could walk outside without feeling like she’d been set afire.
Hesiodos was expecting the hit, and when it came, his hearty laughter mixed with Nia’s. Her laughter brought him great joy, not only because it was a beautiful laughter on itself, but because it made him know that she accepted and reveled on his flirting, “Nia, my dear, I’m too old to beat around the bush. Subtlety only works when you’re with nobles that expect you to kiss their feet and I don’t like doubts when it comes to this”, it was one of the things he learned over years of travelling and playing. There was a moment and place for everything, though Neena was right – he was open with his affection, and that caused disasters more than once.
“Oh, we are. I love this woman right here, and we’ve been through thick and thin”, he said with no small amount of joy. When she told them that he would like to hear their stories, his eyes glimmered like emeralds, “Oh, there are few things I would love more than to tell you stories… you can imagine one of those things, however”, he loved telling stories, and the people that heard them, and this woman was plucking all of the right strings with him.
“Not everyone can do it. My friend and I are lucky”, he said, really feeling for her, “The call of the road, and new lands… it’s something I can’t describe. I think you would do great. And when you finally follow the call… I hope to be there to help you”, his smile was genuine.
“I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try to get her naked with you present”, he chuckled as Nenna got up, “Come back soon, Nenna, or else I’m going to miss you”, he said with a wink and took the indicated seat. He took a moment to be the one of the many that saw her as she went to take a drink… damn, he could get lost in those long legs, that soft bottom and those graceful movements. One thing he always made clear to her was that he thought he was one of the most attractive women he had ever seen.
Putting his elbow on the table, holding his head on his palm, he smiled, “You’re both right, my dear. I’ve learned that noble ladies like gentlemanly behavior, but only where it’s expected, like courts… on a hive of scum, villainy and drugs, gentlemanly behavior is left on the door. Of course, it depends on the lady in question… I quite like your type, for example”, he said with a chuckle.
“Oh, Cairo is lovely. All Egypt is, for that matter”, he answered with a wide smile, “And to be honest, no places can measure with others. Everything has its own beauty… from the endless sand sea of the Sahara, to the crystalline waters of the Greek isles… everything is beautiful is you look at the right places. When the sun sets on the Nile, the sun does this with the water, in which it appears to be made of crystal…”, he pointed that with a long pull of the pipe, which he exhaled with a lungful sigh, “But you’re right. I can’t wear my usual clothes here most of the year, or else I’ll feel like I’m being cooked alive.”
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Hesiodos was expecting the hit, and when it came, his hearty laughter mixed with Nia’s. Her laughter brought him great joy, not only because it was a beautiful laughter on itself, but because it made him know that she accepted and reveled on his flirting, “Nia, my dear, I’m too old to beat around the bush. Subtlety only works when you’re with nobles that expect you to kiss their feet and I don’t like doubts when it comes to this”, it was one of the things he learned over years of travelling and playing. There was a moment and place for everything, though Neena was right – he was open with his affection, and that caused disasters more than once.
“Oh, we are. I love this woman right here, and we’ve been through thick and thin”, he said with no small amount of joy. When she told them that he would like to hear their stories, his eyes glimmered like emeralds, “Oh, there are few things I would love more than to tell you stories… you can imagine one of those things, however”, he loved telling stories, and the people that heard them, and this woman was plucking all of the right strings with him.
“Not everyone can do it. My friend and I are lucky”, he said, really feeling for her, “The call of the road, and new lands… it’s something I can’t describe. I think you would do great. And when you finally follow the call… I hope to be there to help you”, his smile was genuine.
“I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try to get her naked with you present”, he chuckled as Nenna got up, “Come back soon, Nenna, or else I’m going to miss you”, he said with a wink and took the indicated seat. He took a moment to be the one of the many that saw her as she went to take a drink… damn, he could get lost in those long legs, that soft bottom and those graceful movements. One thing he always made clear to her was that he thought he was one of the most attractive women he had ever seen.
Putting his elbow on the table, holding his head on his palm, he smiled, “You’re both right, my dear. I’ve learned that noble ladies like gentlemanly behavior, but only where it’s expected, like courts… on a hive of scum, villainy and drugs, gentlemanly behavior is left on the door. Of course, it depends on the lady in question… I quite like your type, for example”, he said with a chuckle.
“Oh, Cairo is lovely. All Egypt is, for that matter”, he answered with a wide smile, “And to be honest, no places can measure with others. Everything has its own beauty… from the endless sand sea of the Sahara, to the crystalline waters of the Greek isles… everything is beautiful is you look at the right places. When the sun sets on the Nile, the sun does this with the water, in which it appears to be made of crystal…”, he pointed that with a long pull of the pipe, which he exhaled with a lungful sigh, “But you’re right. I can’t wear my usual clothes here most of the year, or else I’ll feel like I’m being cooked alive.”
Hesiodos was expecting the hit, and when it came, his hearty laughter mixed with Nia’s. Her laughter brought him great joy, not only because it was a beautiful laughter on itself, but because it made him know that she accepted and reveled on his flirting, “Nia, my dear, I’m too old to beat around the bush. Subtlety only works when you’re with nobles that expect you to kiss their feet and I don’t like doubts when it comes to this”, it was one of the things he learned over years of travelling and playing. There was a moment and place for everything, though Neena was right – he was open with his affection, and that caused disasters more than once.
“Oh, we are. I love this woman right here, and we’ve been through thick and thin”, he said with no small amount of joy. When she told them that he would like to hear their stories, his eyes glimmered like emeralds, “Oh, there are few things I would love more than to tell you stories… you can imagine one of those things, however”, he loved telling stories, and the people that heard them, and this woman was plucking all of the right strings with him.
“Not everyone can do it. My friend and I are lucky”, he said, really feeling for her, “The call of the road, and new lands… it’s something I can’t describe. I think you would do great. And when you finally follow the call… I hope to be there to help you”, his smile was genuine.
“I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try to get her naked with you present”, he chuckled as Nenna got up, “Come back soon, Nenna, or else I’m going to miss you”, he said with a wink and took the indicated seat. He took a moment to be the one of the many that saw her as she went to take a drink… damn, he could get lost in those long legs, that soft bottom and those graceful movements. One thing he always made clear to her was that he thought he was one of the most attractive women he had ever seen.
Putting his elbow on the table, holding his head on his palm, he smiled, “You’re both right, my dear. I’ve learned that noble ladies like gentlemanly behavior, but only where it’s expected, like courts… on a hive of scum, villainy and drugs, gentlemanly behavior is left on the door. Of course, it depends on the lady in question… I quite like your type, for example”, he said with a chuckle.
“Oh, Cairo is lovely. All Egypt is, for that matter”, he answered with a wide smile, “And to be honest, no places can measure with others. Everything has its own beauty… from the endless sand sea of the Sahara, to the crystalline waters of the Greek isles… everything is beautiful is you look at the right places. When the sun sets on the Nile, the sun does this with the water, in which it appears to be made of crystal…”, he pointed that with a long pull of the pipe, which he exhaled with a lungful sigh, “But you’re right. I can’t wear my usual clothes here most of the year, or else I’ll feel like I’m being cooked alive.”
“I hope you can be there to help me, too, Hesiodos,” Nia replied with another smile, again carefully enunciating his name. She quite enjoyed the sound of Greek names, but they were hard to form with her own tongue. “Any journey is made more pleasant when the company is so grand.”
She sat back and listened dreamily as he spoke of the beauty of her homeland, nodding lazily in agreement. The Nile was indeed a beautiful sight, the glorious lifeblood of Egypt. The young woman spent many of her days and even some of her nights along its verdant shores, absorbing its serenity whilst imagining what lay beyond. The great river was a promise of adventure and danger, while also remaining a beacon of peace and prosperity, and she longed to lose herself in the tide of its ebb and flow.
Someday, like she’d said. But not today.
“I quite like your type as well, my new friend,” was her laughing response, lashes kissing her cheek in a wink. “Smiles and stories are the road to my heart, and seems to me, you have an abundance of both.” Deep mahogany eyes sparkled with mirth, cheeks dimpling as she added, “You should consider staying in Cairo a while longer, before the heat becomes too unbearable. I’m sure there are many wonders you have yet to see.”
The implication was all too clear in both her voice and her face, Nia leaning forward to playfully pluck the pipe from his fingers to take a drag on it herself. Languid curls of bluish smoke drifted around her pretty face as she exhaled, leaning back in her chair to rake him with a catlike gaze. Another pull on the pipe and she was handing it back to him, the movement of her arm slow and exaggerated in her quickly dampening haze.
“So, tell me some of your stories, Hesiodos,” she requested, cocking her head curiously to the side. “Or better yet, might I have another song?” She grinned. “I promise I’ll only ask about five or six more times before the night is through.”
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“I hope you can be there to help me, too, Hesiodos,” Nia replied with another smile, again carefully enunciating his name. She quite enjoyed the sound of Greek names, but they were hard to form with her own tongue. “Any journey is made more pleasant when the company is so grand.”
She sat back and listened dreamily as he spoke of the beauty of her homeland, nodding lazily in agreement. The Nile was indeed a beautiful sight, the glorious lifeblood of Egypt. The young woman spent many of her days and even some of her nights along its verdant shores, absorbing its serenity whilst imagining what lay beyond. The great river was a promise of adventure and danger, while also remaining a beacon of peace and prosperity, and she longed to lose herself in the tide of its ebb and flow.
Someday, like she’d said. But not today.
“I quite like your type as well, my new friend,” was her laughing response, lashes kissing her cheek in a wink. “Smiles and stories are the road to my heart, and seems to me, you have an abundance of both.” Deep mahogany eyes sparkled with mirth, cheeks dimpling as she added, “You should consider staying in Cairo a while longer, before the heat becomes too unbearable. I’m sure there are many wonders you have yet to see.”
The implication was all too clear in both her voice and her face, Nia leaning forward to playfully pluck the pipe from his fingers to take a drag on it herself. Languid curls of bluish smoke drifted around her pretty face as she exhaled, leaning back in her chair to rake him with a catlike gaze. Another pull on the pipe and she was handing it back to him, the movement of her arm slow and exaggerated in her quickly dampening haze.
“So, tell me some of your stories, Hesiodos,” she requested, cocking her head curiously to the side. “Or better yet, might I have another song?” She grinned. “I promise I’ll only ask about five or six more times before the night is through.”
“I hope you can be there to help me, too, Hesiodos,” Nia replied with another smile, again carefully enunciating his name. She quite enjoyed the sound of Greek names, but they were hard to form with her own tongue. “Any journey is made more pleasant when the company is so grand.”
She sat back and listened dreamily as he spoke of the beauty of her homeland, nodding lazily in agreement. The Nile was indeed a beautiful sight, the glorious lifeblood of Egypt. The young woman spent many of her days and even some of her nights along its verdant shores, absorbing its serenity whilst imagining what lay beyond. The great river was a promise of adventure and danger, while also remaining a beacon of peace and prosperity, and she longed to lose herself in the tide of its ebb and flow.
Someday, like she’d said. But not today.
“I quite like your type as well, my new friend,” was her laughing response, lashes kissing her cheek in a wink. “Smiles and stories are the road to my heart, and seems to me, you have an abundance of both.” Deep mahogany eyes sparkled with mirth, cheeks dimpling as she added, “You should consider staying in Cairo a while longer, before the heat becomes too unbearable. I’m sure there are many wonders you have yet to see.”
The implication was all too clear in both her voice and her face, Nia leaning forward to playfully pluck the pipe from his fingers to take a drag on it herself. Languid curls of bluish smoke drifted around her pretty face as she exhaled, leaning back in her chair to rake him with a catlike gaze. Another pull on the pipe and she was handing it back to him, the movement of her arm slow and exaggerated in her quickly dampening haze.
“So, tell me some of your stories, Hesiodos,” she requested, cocking her head curiously to the side. “Or better yet, might I have another song?” She grinned. “I promise I’ll only ask about five or six more times before the night is through.”
It was a silly detail, but Hesiodos loved how Nia pronounced his name. She pronounced it well, although with her particular Egyptian accent. Not everyone outside Greece could do it, and much less even tried to do it. She was making the effort for him to like her, and to be honest, he already did ever since he saw her. His mind already was swarming with lewd thoughts… he wondered if Neena would like to join them.
“Good thing for you that I love walking on roads, and leaving my mark on them…”, he took the pipe from his her hand and took a long puff, exhaling the smoke like a dragon. He could already feel his body relaxing, “Perhaps I will, but to be honest, Neena and I stay on whims. We may decide to stay, or maybe just leave, either together or on our separate ways… or maybe we’ll get in trouble with authority and decide to hit the road”, he said wondering, “But for you? I’m willing to stay for a little longer…”
He moved a bit closer to her, perhaps too obviously. He knew, or at least hoped, she wouldn’t reject him on that; they were on the same page on this regard, “You’re free to ask me as many times as you want… but I’m afraid that my stories would get lost in the noise of the tavern. I guess my choice is to sing to you, for everyone to hear… or to tell you a story in private”, his tone was shameless, with a big smirk.
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It was a silly detail, but Hesiodos loved how Nia pronounced his name. She pronounced it well, although with her particular Egyptian accent. Not everyone outside Greece could do it, and much less even tried to do it. She was making the effort for him to like her, and to be honest, he already did ever since he saw her. His mind already was swarming with lewd thoughts… he wondered if Neena would like to join them.
“Good thing for you that I love walking on roads, and leaving my mark on them…”, he took the pipe from his her hand and took a long puff, exhaling the smoke like a dragon. He could already feel his body relaxing, “Perhaps I will, but to be honest, Neena and I stay on whims. We may decide to stay, or maybe just leave, either together or on our separate ways… or maybe we’ll get in trouble with authority and decide to hit the road”, he said wondering, “But for you? I’m willing to stay for a little longer…”
He moved a bit closer to her, perhaps too obviously. He knew, or at least hoped, she wouldn’t reject him on that; they were on the same page on this regard, “You’re free to ask me as many times as you want… but I’m afraid that my stories would get lost in the noise of the tavern. I guess my choice is to sing to you, for everyone to hear… or to tell you a story in private”, his tone was shameless, with a big smirk.
It was a silly detail, but Hesiodos loved how Nia pronounced his name. She pronounced it well, although with her particular Egyptian accent. Not everyone outside Greece could do it, and much less even tried to do it. She was making the effort for him to like her, and to be honest, he already did ever since he saw her. His mind already was swarming with lewd thoughts… he wondered if Neena would like to join them.
“Good thing for you that I love walking on roads, and leaving my mark on them…”, he took the pipe from his her hand and took a long puff, exhaling the smoke like a dragon. He could already feel his body relaxing, “Perhaps I will, but to be honest, Neena and I stay on whims. We may decide to stay, or maybe just leave, either together or on our separate ways… or maybe we’ll get in trouble with authority and decide to hit the road”, he said wondering, “But for you? I’m willing to stay for a little longer…”
He moved a bit closer to her, perhaps too obviously. He knew, or at least hoped, she wouldn’t reject him on that; they were on the same page on this regard, “You’re free to ask me as many times as you want… but I’m afraid that my stories would get lost in the noise of the tavern. I guess my choice is to sing to you, for everyone to hear… or to tell you a story in private”, his tone was shameless, with a big smirk.
Nia grinned as Hesiodos moved in closer to her, making no move to stop him. Why should she? A handsome bard who was telling her everything she wanted to hear… She’d let him into her lap at this point if he kept up his shameless flattery and honeyed teasing. Leaning in a bit closer, she lightly tickled her fingers under his chin, almost as if he were a cat.
But for you? I’m willing to stay for a little longer…
“Good answer,” she purred, brushing her knuckles along his jawline before slowly letting her hand drop to rest on his knee. “But how long is a better question, hm?”
The young noblewoman always found herself drawn into affairs that were doomed not to last, casual flings or a night here and there, but nothing that went beyond a month or two. Sure, the bard might linger for a few weeks, but why should she keep letting herself get attached to men that would inevitably leave her behind? Was it just a strange coincidence that she kept falling in with travelers and vagabonds, or was it something she unknowingly did on purpose?
It was safe to fall for someone who was destined to leave. A brief whirlwind romance with all the fun of a new romance and little of the bad that inevitably came with something longer. In such a short time, the men she fell for couldn’t really get to know her, and therefore couldn’t reject her for it. They saw the fun side of her, the playful side, and took advantage while they could. Perhaps it was time she stopped going after men she could never really have. Perhaps it was time to start looking for something that would really last.
Looking at Hesiodos’s smile, Nia knew that would never happen.
Perhaps it was just a personality flaw that she was never going to overcome, but whatever it was, she felt her stomach fluttering and knew she was doomed again. Would she ever learn her lesson?
Probably not.
Taking the Greek’s hand and turning it over in hers, she grinned. “Why not both?” she replied with a coy glance, gently letting her fingertips run over the rough skin of his palm. Her tongue gently traced her lower lip before she added with a suggestive tilt of her brow, “A song first, then a story… later?”
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Nia grinned as Hesiodos moved in closer to her, making no move to stop him. Why should she? A handsome bard who was telling her everything she wanted to hear… She’d let him into her lap at this point if he kept up his shameless flattery and honeyed teasing. Leaning in a bit closer, she lightly tickled her fingers under his chin, almost as if he were a cat.
But for you? I’m willing to stay for a little longer…
“Good answer,” she purred, brushing her knuckles along his jawline before slowly letting her hand drop to rest on his knee. “But how long is a better question, hm?”
The young noblewoman always found herself drawn into affairs that were doomed not to last, casual flings or a night here and there, but nothing that went beyond a month or two. Sure, the bard might linger for a few weeks, but why should she keep letting herself get attached to men that would inevitably leave her behind? Was it just a strange coincidence that she kept falling in with travelers and vagabonds, or was it something she unknowingly did on purpose?
It was safe to fall for someone who was destined to leave. A brief whirlwind romance with all the fun of a new romance and little of the bad that inevitably came with something longer. In such a short time, the men she fell for couldn’t really get to know her, and therefore couldn’t reject her for it. They saw the fun side of her, the playful side, and took advantage while they could. Perhaps it was time she stopped going after men she could never really have. Perhaps it was time to start looking for something that would really last.
Looking at Hesiodos’s smile, Nia knew that would never happen.
Perhaps it was just a personality flaw that she was never going to overcome, but whatever it was, she felt her stomach fluttering and knew she was doomed again. Would she ever learn her lesson?
Probably not.
Taking the Greek’s hand and turning it over in hers, she grinned. “Why not both?” she replied with a coy glance, gently letting her fingertips run over the rough skin of his palm. Her tongue gently traced her lower lip before she added with a suggestive tilt of her brow, “A song first, then a story… later?”
Nia grinned as Hesiodos moved in closer to her, making no move to stop him. Why should she? A handsome bard who was telling her everything she wanted to hear… She’d let him into her lap at this point if he kept up his shameless flattery and honeyed teasing. Leaning in a bit closer, she lightly tickled her fingers under his chin, almost as if he were a cat.
But for you? I’m willing to stay for a little longer…
“Good answer,” she purred, brushing her knuckles along his jawline before slowly letting her hand drop to rest on his knee. “But how long is a better question, hm?”
The young noblewoman always found herself drawn into affairs that were doomed not to last, casual flings or a night here and there, but nothing that went beyond a month or two. Sure, the bard might linger for a few weeks, but why should she keep letting herself get attached to men that would inevitably leave her behind? Was it just a strange coincidence that she kept falling in with travelers and vagabonds, or was it something she unknowingly did on purpose?
It was safe to fall for someone who was destined to leave. A brief whirlwind romance with all the fun of a new romance and little of the bad that inevitably came with something longer. In such a short time, the men she fell for couldn’t really get to know her, and therefore couldn’t reject her for it. They saw the fun side of her, the playful side, and took advantage while they could. Perhaps it was time she stopped going after men she could never really have. Perhaps it was time to start looking for something that would really last.
Looking at Hesiodos’s smile, Nia knew that would never happen.
Perhaps it was just a personality flaw that she was never going to overcome, but whatever it was, she felt her stomach fluttering and knew she was doomed again. Would she ever learn her lesson?
Probably not.
Taking the Greek’s hand and turning it over in hers, she grinned. “Why not both?” she replied with a coy glance, gently letting her fingertips run over the rough skin of his palm. Her tongue gently traced her lower lip before she added with a suggestive tilt of her brow, “A song first, then a story… later?”
Neena was quite content to busy herself at the bar. Whilst she had known Hesi for years and loved him to bits, she had seen his wooing routine more than once and while sometimes she stuck around to witness the magic as he wove words of courtship with the skill of a great tapestry artist, there were other times where she sought other entertainment simply for the joy of variety and diversity in her distractions.
Having left the two of them to their own devices in order to find more drinks, she was careful to take a longer but easier path towards the bar, her long legs carrying her effortlessly between tables and guiding her feet towards the barkeep quickly enough for her tastes, whilst giving Hesiodos and Nia some time alone.
She was held up only for a moment when a hand stroked across her rear - to which she spun, flashed a smile and then continued on her way without looking back - and by a woman who stared her way a little too intensely and Neena offered her a simply shoulder of disinterest.
By the time she reached the stretch of palm that divided the patrons of the tavern from the alcohol on the other side, Neena was happy to wait her own turn of service and then produce a few bronze coins in exchange for three wooden mugs of watered-down ale.
Before she could pick them up, however, a large arm came to rest across her shoulders, drawing her towards the large chest of a man twice her size (for Neena was not the tallest of girls). His breath was heavily laced with the smell of wine but he was conscious and sober enough to recognise his interest in a woman he neither knew the personality nor skills of.
An invitation was spoken directly to her mouth, his own only an inch away from her lips and his eyes keeping fuzzy but direct contact with hers.
Not flustered at all, Neena smiled her most charming grin, took the mugs by their hands and performed a neat pirouette, bending her knees low in order to dip and spin beneath the man's arm and walk away from him. As he stumbled a step forward to try and work out where she had gone, Neena stepped agilely around two tables and then lifted the cups into the air so that she could sway and weave back between the patrons towards the table that was still occupied by her friends, new and old.
The two of them appeared to be getting along mighty friendly as she reached them but, in her absence, there had been no magical appearance of an available seat. Without missing a step, Neena's broken thong sandal found the top of Hesiodos' thigh and ignoring any protests, she used him as a step up onto the table itself. She then folded her legs beneath her in one smooth motion and sat right where she was, her ankles crossed beneath her on the table top and her hands reaching out to offer the drinks to the lovers, whose connection she had broken in using Hesi as a means of height.
When she had been relieved of the cups, Neena drew one of her hands to her mouth where she licked at the drink that had sloshed the rim of its container and run down the back of her hand and digits.
"Getting him to perform songs and stories isn't a request or challenge." She told the pretty Nia with a smirk. "It's getting him to shut up that's the real trick."
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Neena was quite content to busy herself at the bar. Whilst she had known Hesi for years and loved him to bits, she had seen his wooing routine more than once and while sometimes she stuck around to witness the magic as he wove words of courtship with the skill of a great tapestry artist, there were other times where she sought other entertainment simply for the joy of variety and diversity in her distractions.
Having left the two of them to their own devices in order to find more drinks, she was careful to take a longer but easier path towards the bar, her long legs carrying her effortlessly between tables and guiding her feet towards the barkeep quickly enough for her tastes, whilst giving Hesiodos and Nia some time alone.
She was held up only for a moment when a hand stroked across her rear - to which she spun, flashed a smile and then continued on her way without looking back - and by a woman who stared her way a little too intensely and Neena offered her a simply shoulder of disinterest.
By the time she reached the stretch of palm that divided the patrons of the tavern from the alcohol on the other side, Neena was happy to wait her own turn of service and then produce a few bronze coins in exchange for three wooden mugs of watered-down ale.
Before she could pick them up, however, a large arm came to rest across her shoulders, drawing her towards the large chest of a man twice her size (for Neena was not the tallest of girls). His breath was heavily laced with the smell of wine but he was conscious and sober enough to recognise his interest in a woman he neither knew the personality nor skills of.
An invitation was spoken directly to her mouth, his own only an inch away from her lips and his eyes keeping fuzzy but direct contact with hers.
Not flustered at all, Neena smiled her most charming grin, took the mugs by their hands and performed a neat pirouette, bending her knees low in order to dip and spin beneath the man's arm and walk away from him. As he stumbled a step forward to try and work out where she had gone, Neena stepped agilely around two tables and then lifted the cups into the air so that she could sway and weave back between the patrons towards the table that was still occupied by her friends, new and old.
The two of them appeared to be getting along mighty friendly as she reached them but, in her absence, there had been no magical appearance of an available seat. Without missing a step, Neena's broken thong sandal found the top of Hesiodos' thigh and ignoring any protests, she used him as a step up onto the table itself. She then folded her legs beneath her in one smooth motion and sat right where she was, her ankles crossed beneath her on the table top and her hands reaching out to offer the drinks to the lovers, whose connection she had broken in using Hesi as a means of height.
When she had been relieved of the cups, Neena drew one of her hands to her mouth where she licked at the drink that had sloshed the rim of its container and run down the back of her hand and digits.
"Getting him to perform songs and stories isn't a request or challenge." She told the pretty Nia with a smirk. "It's getting him to shut up that's the real trick."
Neena was quite content to busy herself at the bar. Whilst she had known Hesi for years and loved him to bits, she had seen his wooing routine more than once and while sometimes she stuck around to witness the magic as he wove words of courtship with the skill of a great tapestry artist, there were other times where she sought other entertainment simply for the joy of variety and diversity in her distractions.
Having left the two of them to their own devices in order to find more drinks, she was careful to take a longer but easier path towards the bar, her long legs carrying her effortlessly between tables and guiding her feet towards the barkeep quickly enough for her tastes, whilst giving Hesiodos and Nia some time alone.
She was held up only for a moment when a hand stroked across her rear - to which she spun, flashed a smile and then continued on her way without looking back - and by a woman who stared her way a little too intensely and Neena offered her a simply shoulder of disinterest.
By the time she reached the stretch of palm that divided the patrons of the tavern from the alcohol on the other side, Neena was happy to wait her own turn of service and then produce a few bronze coins in exchange for three wooden mugs of watered-down ale.
Before she could pick them up, however, a large arm came to rest across her shoulders, drawing her towards the large chest of a man twice her size (for Neena was not the tallest of girls). His breath was heavily laced with the smell of wine but he was conscious and sober enough to recognise his interest in a woman he neither knew the personality nor skills of.
An invitation was spoken directly to her mouth, his own only an inch away from her lips and his eyes keeping fuzzy but direct contact with hers.
Not flustered at all, Neena smiled her most charming grin, took the mugs by their hands and performed a neat pirouette, bending her knees low in order to dip and spin beneath the man's arm and walk away from him. As he stumbled a step forward to try and work out where she had gone, Neena stepped agilely around two tables and then lifted the cups into the air so that she could sway and weave back between the patrons towards the table that was still occupied by her friends, new and old.
The two of them appeared to be getting along mighty friendly as she reached them but, in her absence, there had been no magical appearance of an available seat. Without missing a step, Neena's broken thong sandal found the top of Hesiodos' thigh and ignoring any protests, she used him as a step up onto the table itself. She then folded her legs beneath her in one smooth motion and sat right where she was, her ankles crossed beneath her on the table top and her hands reaching out to offer the drinks to the lovers, whose connection she had broken in using Hesi as a means of height.
When she had been relieved of the cups, Neena drew one of her hands to her mouth where she licked at the drink that had sloshed the rim of its container and run down the back of her hand and digits.
"Getting him to perform songs and stories isn't a request or challenge." She told the pretty Nia with a smirk. "It's getting him to shut up that's the real trick."
Being a physical person, Hesiodos enjoyed touching a great deal. So when Nia passed her fingers on his chin, he nearly melted, and he didn’t hide the fact that he was enjoying her attention and touch, and when her hand went to rest on his knee, she placed his hand, calloused for years of strumming the lyre and holding swords, on top of hers, “As long as you want, or can resist… you’ll find I have a lot of stamina for singing…”
Her whole body language spoke of desire and want, and so did his. He softly licked his lips and cupped her hand with the other, “For you? As you wish…”, and he leaned forward, clearly going for a kiss, up until he felt a pressure on his thigh and then saw Neena, his good friend, sitting on the table and offering him an ale.
By all means, he should have been mad at the interrupting, but since it was her, he only chuckled, “Good moves, my dear”, he complimented. It wouldn’t be the first time Neena used his body for her dancer’s antics, and it wouldn’t be the last. He just raised his mug at her and took a long drink. It was rather refreshing, “And come on, you only complain about me talking when I’m not telling stories about how wonderful and awesome you are”, he winked at her and chuckled.
He then shot a glance at Nia and smiled broadly, “As I was saying…”, and with that he leaned forward and took her by the chin softly, to place a tender kiss on her lips. It lasted long; perhaps a bit too long, but he was sure she wouldn’t mind. He found himself caressing her face with his calloused fingers.
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Being a physical person, Hesiodos enjoyed touching a great deal. So when Nia passed her fingers on his chin, he nearly melted, and he didn’t hide the fact that he was enjoying her attention and touch, and when her hand went to rest on his knee, she placed his hand, calloused for years of strumming the lyre and holding swords, on top of hers, “As long as you want, or can resist… you’ll find I have a lot of stamina for singing…”
Her whole body language spoke of desire and want, and so did his. He softly licked his lips and cupped her hand with the other, “For you? As you wish…”, and he leaned forward, clearly going for a kiss, up until he felt a pressure on his thigh and then saw Neena, his good friend, sitting on the table and offering him an ale.
By all means, he should have been mad at the interrupting, but since it was her, he only chuckled, “Good moves, my dear”, he complimented. It wouldn’t be the first time Neena used his body for her dancer’s antics, and it wouldn’t be the last. He just raised his mug at her and took a long drink. It was rather refreshing, “And come on, you only complain about me talking when I’m not telling stories about how wonderful and awesome you are”, he winked at her and chuckled.
He then shot a glance at Nia and smiled broadly, “As I was saying…”, and with that he leaned forward and took her by the chin softly, to place a tender kiss on her lips. It lasted long; perhaps a bit too long, but he was sure she wouldn’t mind. He found himself caressing her face with his calloused fingers.
Being a physical person, Hesiodos enjoyed touching a great deal. So when Nia passed her fingers on his chin, he nearly melted, and he didn’t hide the fact that he was enjoying her attention and touch, and when her hand went to rest on his knee, she placed his hand, calloused for years of strumming the lyre and holding swords, on top of hers, “As long as you want, or can resist… you’ll find I have a lot of stamina for singing…”
Her whole body language spoke of desire and want, and so did his. He softly licked his lips and cupped her hand with the other, “For you? As you wish…”, and he leaned forward, clearly going for a kiss, up until he felt a pressure on his thigh and then saw Neena, his good friend, sitting on the table and offering him an ale.
By all means, he should have been mad at the interrupting, but since it was her, he only chuckled, “Good moves, my dear”, he complimented. It wouldn’t be the first time Neena used his body for her dancer’s antics, and it wouldn’t be the last. He just raised his mug at her and took a long drink. It was rather refreshing, “And come on, you only complain about me talking when I’m not telling stories about how wonderful and awesome you are”, he winked at her and chuckled.
He then shot a glance at Nia and smiled broadly, “As I was saying…”, and with that he leaned forward and took her by the chin softly, to place a tender kiss on her lips. It lasted long; perhaps a bit too long, but he was sure she wouldn’t mind. He found himself caressing her face with his calloused fingers.
Closer and closer the Greek bard leaned in, and Nia felt her heart fluttering at his proximity. Dark, sultry eyes lingered on his lips as they drew in, her own parting in anticipation of the kiss soon to come. Her stomach clenched, her muscles tightened, and just as they were about to connect… a laughing voice at her side interrupted, and Nia couldn’t help but laugh herself.
Looking over at Neena, she grinned. “What can I say? I’m a fool for a man who knows how to spin his words.” She might have been annoyed at the intrusion had it not been for the opium drifting through her system and calming any negative emotions she would have had. Instead, she was merely amused, looking between the two foreigners with a lazy sort of smile. Winking at Hesiodos, she added, “Feel free to speak all you wish. I’m hardly one to stop someone from singing my praises.”
Laughing at the bard’s words to Neena, she glanced over at the other woman again. “And I’m sure she, too, is lovely as can be.” Her lashes lowered in another wink, this time toward Neena. “What woman will complain about being told such a thing? Even if she already knows it.”
Before she could say anything else, Hesiodos was turning her face back toward his, meeting her lips in the kiss she’d been denied before. His lips were gentle, yet demanding, urging a response before she could even conjure one of her own. Sighing softly into the caress, her mouth parted as she leaned into his touch—tongue teasingly flicking at his before remembering where they were and pulling back. A breathless laugh punctuated her withdrawal, her cheeks charmingly flushed as she looked at the bard.
“Silver-tongued in words and action, I see?” she managed to tease when she caught her breath, her fingertip lightly trailing over her bottom lip. “Aren’t you just my sort of man?”
Giggling, she looked at Neena and gently nudged her knee. “Traveling with such a man, how can you ever manage to keep your hands to yourself?” Her laugh deepened, glancing back at Hesiodos and then turning her attention to Neena once more. “Or are you just so used to it by now? I bet he tries this with all the girls, doesn’t he?” She snorted, shaking her head with a self-deprecating grin. “Though, I suppose I’m not really much better. This is hardly the first time I’ve kissed a stranger.”
Facing Hesiodos, she let her own fingers run playfully down his cheek. “However, I will say those strangers are not usually quite so handsome. There’s just something about Greek men, I swear…”
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Closer and closer the Greek bard leaned in, and Nia felt her heart fluttering at his proximity. Dark, sultry eyes lingered on his lips as they drew in, her own parting in anticipation of the kiss soon to come. Her stomach clenched, her muscles tightened, and just as they were about to connect… a laughing voice at her side interrupted, and Nia couldn’t help but laugh herself.
Looking over at Neena, she grinned. “What can I say? I’m a fool for a man who knows how to spin his words.” She might have been annoyed at the intrusion had it not been for the opium drifting through her system and calming any negative emotions she would have had. Instead, she was merely amused, looking between the two foreigners with a lazy sort of smile. Winking at Hesiodos, she added, “Feel free to speak all you wish. I’m hardly one to stop someone from singing my praises.”
Laughing at the bard’s words to Neena, she glanced over at the other woman again. “And I’m sure she, too, is lovely as can be.” Her lashes lowered in another wink, this time toward Neena. “What woman will complain about being told such a thing? Even if she already knows it.”
Before she could say anything else, Hesiodos was turning her face back toward his, meeting her lips in the kiss she’d been denied before. His lips were gentle, yet demanding, urging a response before she could even conjure one of her own. Sighing softly into the caress, her mouth parted as she leaned into his touch—tongue teasingly flicking at his before remembering where they were and pulling back. A breathless laugh punctuated her withdrawal, her cheeks charmingly flushed as she looked at the bard.
“Silver-tongued in words and action, I see?” she managed to tease when she caught her breath, her fingertip lightly trailing over her bottom lip. “Aren’t you just my sort of man?”
Giggling, she looked at Neena and gently nudged her knee. “Traveling with such a man, how can you ever manage to keep your hands to yourself?” Her laugh deepened, glancing back at Hesiodos and then turning her attention to Neena once more. “Or are you just so used to it by now? I bet he tries this with all the girls, doesn’t he?” She snorted, shaking her head with a self-deprecating grin. “Though, I suppose I’m not really much better. This is hardly the first time I’ve kissed a stranger.”
Facing Hesiodos, she let her own fingers run playfully down his cheek. “However, I will say those strangers are not usually quite so handsome. There’s just something about Greek men, I swear…”
Closer and closer the Greek bard leaned in, and Nia felt her heart fluttering at his proximity. Dark, sultry eyes lingered on his lips as they drew in, her own parting in anticipation of the kiss soon to come. Her stomach clenched, her muscles tightened, and just as they were about to connect… a laughing voice at her side interrupted, and Nia couldn’t help but laugh herself.
Looking over at Neena, she grinned. “What can I say? I’m a fool for a man who knows how to spin his words.” She might have been annoyed at the intrusion had it not been for the opium drifting through her system and calming any negative emotions she would have had. Instead, she was merely amused, looking between the two foreigners with a lazy sort of smile. Winking at Hesiodos, she added, “Feel free to speak all you wish. I’m hardly one to stop someone from singing my praises.”
Laughing at the bard’s words to Neena, she glanced over at the other woman again. “And I’m sure she, too, is lovely as can be.” Her lashes lowered in another wink, this time toward Neena. “What woman will complain about being told such a thing? Even if she already knows it.”
Before she could say anything else, Hesiodos was turning her face back toward his, meeting her lips in the kiss she’d been denied before. His lips were gentle, yet demanding, urging a response before she could even conjure one of her own. Sighing softly into the caress, her mouth parted as she leaned into his touch—tongue teasingly flicking at his before remembering where they were and pulling back. A breathless laugh punctuated her withdrawal, her cheeks charmingly flushed as she looked at the bard.
“Silver-tongued in words and action, I see?” she managed to tease when she caught her breath, her fingertip lightly trailing over her bottom lip. “Aren’t you just my sort of man?”
Giggling, she looked at Neena and gently nudged her knee. “Traveling with such a man, how can you ever manage to keep your hands to yourself?” Her laugh deepened, glancing back at Hesiodos and then turning her attention to Neena once more. “Or are you just so used to it by now? I bet he tries this with all the girls, doesn’t he?” She snorted, shaking her head with a self-deprecating grin. “Though, I suppose I’m not really much better. This is hardly the first time I’ve kissed a stranger.”
Facing Hesiodos, she let her own fingers run playfully down his cheek. “However, I will say those strangers are not usually quite so handsome. There’s just something about Greek men, I swear…”