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It was yet again another sunny day. Though today it was abnormally windy. The wind was blowing at about 25 miles per hour, which made it like a strong breeze. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, so the sun was shining down on the people of Colchis. The wind didn’t make it feel any cooler, it was kind of just blowing around the hot air. Though it made it an interesting day. The wind could be heard whipping through the trees and the wind even made the sea slightly choppier.
Scylla had just woken up and was wearing a thin, slightly transparent, silk nightgown. Which was draped over her shoulders and came down to about her knees. The gown didn’t do much to cover her upper body, and her small breasts were slightly visible. Her hair was down and messy. It was like a thick, blonde birds nest when she woke up in the mornings. She, and the servants who helped her, always had a hard time taming it in the mornings. Sometimes they all gave up and tried to throw it up in a bun and attempted to make it look elegant.
Scylla’s bedroom wasn’t the biggest room ever. It was rather small actually. It was a small square room, with a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a stool. There was also a small window, which didn’t have glass, that let in the sunlight. The wind could be heard from outside. Scylla’s bed was light blue sheets and covers. Scylla’s wardrobe, desk, and stool were light brown, and the whole room had a light and airy feel to it. The sun shining into the room lit it all up, and it was clear to see the entire room.
Scylla swung the blue covers off of her. She had two different covers. One that was wool and one that was linen. She used the wool one during the colder seasons and the linen one during the warmer seasons. So at the moment, the covers that she had thrown off her were the linen ones. She swung her legs over the side of her bed, and she stretched. Scylla was always up pretty early in the mornings. She always felt like she had business to take care of. While Scylla was mid-stretch, with her arms over her head, she let out a big yawn, and she blinked the sleep out of her blue eyes.
Scylla stood up and went to her window. She was surprised that the wind, but at the same time she enjoyed it. It was carrying the smell of the salty sea and it was her favorite smell. The smell filled her room, and she was in a delightful mood. She felt like the day would be a good day, it was off to such a wonderful start already. She walked over to her wardrobe and opened the doors and looked inside. She pulled out a simple light green linen chiton tunic.
A servant would be in soon to help drape it around her petite body.
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It was yet again another sunny day. Though today it was abnormally windy. The wind was blowing at about 25 miles per hour, which made it like a strong breeze. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, so the sun was shining down on the people of Colchis. The wind didn’t make it feel any cooler, it was kind of just blowing around the hot air. Though it made it an interesting day. The wind could be heard whipping through the trees and the wind even made the sea slightly choppier.
Scylla had just woken up and was wearing a thin, slightly transparent, silk nightgown. Which was draped over her shoulders and came down to about her knees. The gown didn’t do much to cover her upper body, and her small breasts were slightly visible. Her hair was down and messy. It was like a thick, blonde birds nest when she woke up in the mornings. She, and the servants who helped her, always had a hard time taming it in the mornings. Sometimes they all gave up and tried to throw it up in a bun and attempted to make it look elegant.
Scylla’s bedroom wasn’t the biggest room ever. It was rather small actually. It was a small square room, with a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a stool. There was also a small window, which didn’t have glass, that let in the sunlight. The wind could be heard from outside. Scylla’s bed was light blue sheets and covers. Scylla’s wardrobe, desk, and stool were light brown, and the whole room had a light and airy feel to it. The sun shining into the room lit it all up, and it was clear to see the entire room.
Scylla swung the blue covers off of her. She had two different covers. One that was wool and one that was linen. She used the wool one during the colder seasons and the linen one during the warmer seasons. So at the moment, the covers that she had thrown off her were the linen ones. She swung her legs over the side of her bed, and she stretched. Scylla was always up pretty early in the mornings. She always felt like she had business to take care of. While Scylla was mid-stretch, with her arms over her head, she let out a big yawn, and she blinked the sleep out of her blue eyes.
Scylla stood up and went to her window. She was surprised that the wind, but at the same time she enjoyed it. It was carrying the smell of the salty sea and it was her favorite smell. The smell filled her room, and she was in a delightful mood. She felt like the day would be a good day, it was off to such a wonderful start already. She walked over to her wardrobe and opened the doors and looked inside. She pulled out a simple light green linen chiton tunic.
A servant would be in soon to help drape it around her petite body.
It was yet again another sunny day. Though today it was abnormally windy. The wind was blowing at about 25 miles per hour, which made it like a strong breeze. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, so the sun was shining down on the people of Colchis. The wind didn’t make it feel any cooler, it was kind of just blowing around the hot air. Though it made it an interesting day. The wind could be heard whipping through the trees and the wind even made the sea slightly choppier.
Scylla had just woken up and was wearing a thin, slightly transparent, silk nightgown. Which was draped over her shoulders and came down to about her knees. The gown didn’t do much to cover her upper body, and her small breasts were slightly visible. Her hair was down and messy. It was like a thick, blonde birds nest when she woke up in the mornings. She, and the servants who helped her, always had a hard time taming it in the mornings. Sometimes they all gave up and tried to throw it up in a bun and attempted to make it look elegant.
Scylla’s bedroom wasn’t the biggest room ever. It was rather small actually. It was a small square room, with a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a stool. There was also a small window, which didn’t have glass, that let in the sunlight. The wind could be heard from outside. Scylla’s bed was light blue sheets and covers. Scylla’s wardrobe, desk, and stool were light brown, and the whole room had a light and airy feel to it. The sun shining into the room lit it all up, and it was clear to see the entire room.
Scylla swung the blue covers off of her. She had two different covers. One that was wool and one that was linen. She used the wool one during the colder seasons and the linen one during the warmer seasons. So at the moment, the covers that she had thrown off her were the linen ones. She swung her legs over the side of her bed, and she stretched. Scylla was always up pretty early in the mornings. She always felt like she had business to take care of. While Scylla was mid-stretch, with her arms over her head, she let out a big yawn, and she blinked the sleep out of her blue eyes.
Scylla stood up and went to her window. She was surprised that the wind, but at the same time she enjoyed it. It was carrying the smell of the salty sea and it was her favorite smell. The smell filled her room, and she was in a delightful mood. She felt like the day would be a good day, it was off to such a wonderful start already. She walked over to her wardrobe and opened the doors and looked inside. She pulled out a simple light green linen chiton tunic.
A servant would be in soon to help drape it around her petite body.
Olena was having a hard time learning her new role. While being a whore was a rough life, it did provide her some freedom to do as she wished with any time she wasn’t with a client. She could shop as she wished, or sleep as late as she wanted. Now, she was required to be up when requested and had to work until she was finished. But the price of her freedom was far less than it had been when she was owned like that. So perhaps she wouldn’t have to do it for as long
The trip to the country made her think of home, made her remember the fields she used to work, of the time before life was complicated. Perhaps it wouldn’t be that hard after all, not if she would get to be open and free like she had been. And as she found herself settling into the life in the country, it was easier to wake up early. She loved the heat, loved the winds and the sun. Even with the work, there was less stress here than she had in the city. And suddenly, her work wasn’t so bad anyone.
She had been up since dawn, working on a dress she had been toying with since leaving the city. The color started off a plain and pure white. But with several dyes, and half a dozen dippings, it was now a vibrant shade of peach. She was aware that it would do nothing but wash her out, but there was a chance that she would be able to sell it to help pay for her freedom. And so the redhead worked, knowing that the more effort she put into stitching, the better she would be. Olena didn’t realize what time it was, nor did she know that she was going to miss her breakfast if she didn’t start moving.
The dress was discarded, for the time being, her own rich brown chiton decorated with beautifully embroidered flowers of blues and yellows along the hem quickly fixed in place before she disappeared into the kitchens. The meals for the servants were certainly not fancy. Simple biscuits with preserves, hot meal with goat’s milk and honey-- filling enough to get them going but cheap enough to feed them all. There was no reason to feed them anything fancy, especially those who weren’t doing arduous labor.
As soon as she finished her meal, she disappeared into the halls, quickly braiding her long auburn hair before she gently knocked on the door of Scylla’s room. The two had never interacted before this morning, but her usual maid was ill and Olena didn’t have a normal assignment for herself. Filling in for others was not exactly her cup of mead, but there was no choice in the matter. And she certainly didn’t wish to be stuck with one of the lady’s of the house. She always felt out of place with them.
They seemed to look down on her.
And she hated that.
As soon as she stepped into the room, she gave the appropriate curtsy. ”Good morning, my lady.”
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Olena was having a hard time learning her new role. While being a whore was a rough life, it did provide her some freedom to do as she wished with any time she wasn’t with a client. She could shop as she wished, or sleep as late as she wanted. Now, she was required to be up when requested and had to work until she was finished. But the price of her freedom was far less than it had been when she was owned like that. So perhaps she wouldn’t have to do it for as long
The trip to the country made her think of home, made her remember the fields she used to work, of the time before life was complicated. Perhaps it wouldn’t be that hard after all, not if she would get to be open and free like she had been. And as she found herself settling into the life in the country, it was easier to wake up early. She loved the heat, loved the winds and the sun. Even with the work, there was less stress here than she had in the city. And suddenly, her work wasn’t so bad anyone.
She had been up since dawn, working on a dress she had been toying with since leaving the city. The color started off a plain and pure white. But with several dyes, and half a dozen dippings, it was now a vibrant shade of peach. She was aware that it would do nothing but wash her out, but there was a chance that she would be able to sell it to help pay for her freedom. And so the redhead worked, knowing that the more effort she put into stitching, the better she would be. Olena didn’t realize what time it was, nor did she know that she was going to miss her breakfast if she didn’t start moving.
The dress was discarded, for the time being, her own rich brown chiton decorated with beautifully embroidered flowers of blues and yellows along the hem quickly fixed in place before she disappeared into the kitchens. The meals for the servants were certainly not fancy. Simple biscuits with preserves, hot meal with goat’s milk and honey-- filling enough to get them going but cheap enough to feed them all. There was no reason to feed them anything fancy, especially those who weren’t doing arduous labor.
As soon as she finished her meal, she disappeared into the halls, quickly braiding her long auburn hair before she gently knocked on the door of Scylla’s room. The two had never interacted before this morning, but her usual maid was ill and Olena didn’t have a normal assignment for herself. Filling in for others was not exactly her cup of mead, but there was no choice in the matter. And she certainly didn’t wish to be stuck with one of the lady’s of the house. She always felt out of place with them.
They seemed to look down on her.
And she hated that.
As soon as she stepped into the room, she gave the appropriate curtsy. ”Good morning, my lady.”
Olena was having a hard time learning her new role. While being a whore was a rough life, it did provide her some freedom to do as she wished with any time she wasn’t with a client. She could shop as she wished, or sleep as late as she wanted. Now, she was required to be up when requested and had to work until she was finished. But the price of her freedom was far less than it had been when she was owned like that. So perhaps she wouldn’t have to do it for as long
The trip to the country made her think of home, made her remember the fields she used to work, of the time before life was complicated. Perhaps it wouldn’t be that hard after all, not if she would get to be open and free like she had been. And as she found herself settling into the life in the country, it was easier to wake up early. She loved the heat, loved the winds and the sun. Even with the work, there was less stress here than she had in the city. And suddenly, her work wasn’t so bad anyone.
She had been up since dawn, working on a dress she had been toying with since leaving the city. The color started off a plain and pure white. But with several dyes, and half a dozen dippings, it was now a vibrant shade of peach. She was aware that it would do nothing but wash her out, but there was a chance that she would be able to sell it to help pay for her freedom. And so the redhead worked, knowing that the more effort she put into stitching, the better she would be. Olena didn’t realize what time it was, nor did she know that she was going to miss her breakfast if she didn’t start moving.
The dress was discarded, for the time being, her own rich brown chiton decorated with beautifully embroidered flowers of blues and yellows along the hem quickly fixed in place before she disappeared into the kitchens. The meals for the servants were certainly not fancy. Simple biscuits with preserves, hot meal with goat’s milk and honey-- filling enough to get them going but cheap enough to feed them all. There was no reason to feed them anything fancy, especially those who weren’t doing arduous labor.
As soon as she finished her meal, she disappeared into the halls, quickly braiding her long auburn hair before she gently knocked on the door of Scylla’s room. The two had never interacted before this morning, but her usual maid was ill and Olena didn’t have a normal assignment for herself. Filling in for others was not exactly her cup of mead, but there was no choice in the matter. And she certainly didn’t wish to be stuck with one of the lady’s of the house. She always felt out of place with them.
They seemed to look down on her.
And she hated that.
As soon as she stepped into the room, she gave the appropriate curtsy. ”Good morning, my lady.”
Scylla had woken up from a strange dream and was thinking about it as she stood by her light brown wardrobe waiting on a servant. She had a dream that she was underwater and was drowning. There were all types of sea creatures around her, sharks, whales, a wide variety of smaller fish, but then she was pulled out of the ocean onto a boat where she was able to see her saver. It was a man with very dark black hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin. It wasn’t the type of guy Scylla normally found attractive, but in her dream, she was very taken with the gentlemen. When they embraced one another was when Scylla woke up from her dream. She was upset at the place where her dream stopped, she would have liked to of seen where it went. She guessed she was dreaming about men because she longed for one. Many nights she dreamt about being swept off her feet, but none quite like the one she had last night.
Scylla was brought back to reality, and out of her thoughts when she heard a soft knock on the door of her bedroom. Scylla turned her head towards the door and with a bright smile said, ”Come in.” When the door opened, she expected to see her normal girl. Scylla had been dressed almost every morning by the same girl for years. This day was different. A fair-skinned girl, that stood slightly shorter than Scylla walked into her room. Scylla had seen this girl around the estate before but had never actually spoken to her. She had a pretty shade of red-blonde hair, but her face itself was a little off-putting. There was an obvious look on Scylla face that read, what’s wrong with her face? Her appearance was sunken in, and Scylla was slightly worried. She thought to herself, ”Are we feeding our servants enough? I’ll have to add to my to-do list to buy more food for them.”
After the girl said, Good morning, my lady. It snapped her out of her obvious observance and put a smile on her face. ”Good morning.” She said as she placed her light green chiton tunic on her light brown desk, indicating that this was the garment that she would be wearing. ”Where is my usual girl? Is everything okay?” Scylla asked these words with a worried tone.
As Scylla waited on the girl’s reply she reached her delicate hands up to her hair, it looked like a birds nest at the moment. She started to finger comb her curls apart. She hadn’t thought of how she wanted her hair styled today, anything would be better than having it look like it did at the moment. She loved her hair sometimes, and others she hated it. She winced as she pulled a practically tough knot apart, and she rubbed her scalp where the pain came from in hopes to ease the pain. Then, as she was rubbing her head she thought of another question for the girl.
”Oh, and what should I call you?”
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Scylla had woken up from a strange dream and was thinking about it as she stood by her light brown wardrobe waiting on a servant. She had a dream that she was underwater and was drowning. There were all types of sea creatures around her, sharks, whales, a wide variety of smaller fish, but then she was pulled out of the ocean onto a boat where she was able to see her saver. It was a man with very dark black hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin. It wasn’t the type of guy Scylla normally found attractive, but in her dream, she was very taken with the gentlemen. When they embraced one another was when Scylla woke up from her dream. She was upset at the place where her dream stopped, she would have liked to of seen where it went. She guessed she was dreaming about men because she longed for one. Many nights she dreamt about being swept off her feet, but none quite like the one she had last night.
Scylla was brought back to reality, and out of her thoughts when she heard a soft knock on the door of her bedroom. Scylla turned her head towards the door and with a bright smile said, ”Come in.” When the door opened, she expected to see her normal girl. Scylla had been dressed almost every morning by the same girl for years. This day was different. A fair-skinned girl, that stood slightly shorter than Scylla walked into her room. Scylla had seen this girl around the estate before but had never actually spoken to her. She had a pretty shade of red-blonde hair, but her face itself was a little off-putting. There was an obvious look on Scylla face that read, what’s wrong with her face? Her appearance was sunken in, and Scylla was slightly worried. She thought to herself, ”Are we feeding our servants enough? I’ll have to add to my to-do list to buy more food for them.”
After the girl said, Good morning, my lady. It snapped her out of her obvious observance and put a smile on her face. ”Good morning.” She said as she placed her light green chiton tunic on her light brown desk, indicating that this was the garment that she would be wearing. ”Where is my usual girl? Is everything okay?” Scylla asked these words with a worried tone.
As Scylla waited on the girl’s reply she reached her delicate hands up to her hair, it looked like a birds nest at the moment. She started to finger comb her curls apart. She hadn’t thought of how she wanted her hair styled today, anything would be better than having it look like it did at the moment. She loved her hair sometimes, and others she hated it. She winced as she pulled a practically tough knot apart, and she rubbed her scalp where the pain came from in hopes to ease the pain. Then, as she was rubbing her head she thought of another question for the girl.
”Oh, and what should I call you?”
Scylla had woken up from a strange dream and was thinking about it as she stood by her light brown wardrobe waiting on a servant. She had a dream that she was underwater and was drowning. There were all types of sea creatures around her, sharks, whales, a wide variety of smaller fish, but then she was pulled out of the ocean onto a boat where she was able to see her saver. It was a man with very dark black hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin. It wasn’t the type of guy Scylla normally found attractive, but in her dream, she was very taken with the gentlemen. When they embraced one another was when Scylla woke up from her dream. She was upset at the place where her dream stopped, she would have liked to of seen where it went. She guessed she was dreaming about men because she longed for one. Many nights she dreamt about being swept off her feet, but none quite like the one she had last night.
Scylla was brought back to reality, and out of her thoughts when she heard a soft knock on the door of her bedroom. Scylla turned her head towards the door and with a bright smile said, ”Come in.” When the door opened, she expected to see her normal girl. Scylla had been dressed almost every morning by the same girl for years. This day was different. A fair-skinned girl, that stood slightly shorter than Scylla walked into her room. Scylla had seen this girl around the estate before but had never actually spoken to her. She had a pretty shade of red-blonde hair, but her face itself was a little off-putting. There was an obvious look on Scylla face that read, what’s wrong with her face? Her appearance was sunken in, and Scylla was slightly worried. She thought to herself, ”Are we feeding our servants enough? I’ll have to add to my to-do list to buy more food for them.”
After the girl said, Good morning, my lady. It snapped her out of her obvious observance and put a smile on her face. ”Good morning.” She said as she placed her light green chiton tunic on her light brown desk, indicating that this was the garment that she would be wearing. ”Where is my usual girl? Is everything okay?” Scylla asked these words with a worried tone.
As Scylla waited on the girl’s reply she reached her delicate hands up to her hair, it looked like a birds nest at the moment. She started to finger comb her curls apart. She hadn’t thought of how she wanted her hair styled today, anything would be better than having it look like it did at the moment. She loved her hair sometimes, and others she hated it. She winced as she pulled a practically tough knot apart, and she rubbed her scalp where the pain came from in hopes to ease the pain. Then, as she was rubbing her head she thought of another question for the girl.
”Oh, and what should I call you?”
This.
This was why she hated the majority of the nobles she met. They always gave her a look of disgust, and rarely made an effort to hide it. She wanted to scream at them, to tell them that her condition was because of people like her, but she didn’t. Holding her tongue had been a lesson she had learned early on. The girl didn’t deserve to know her history, what she had been through. She didn’t deserve to learn that this was a vast improvement from the way she looked a few weeks ago, half dead and thinner from a lack of decent food. Her malnutrition came from slavery, from being owned by people who didn’t care. And even being well fed now, her cheeks had yet to fill back in. While she didn’t look half dead or beaten, Olena wasn’t exactly a beauty either.
There was no want of pity from the girl, either. Why should she feel anything for a woman who looked down on her? Instead of caring about her past, all she needed to know was that the foreign girl was here to assist the lady and hopefully get on with her day. She had no desire to get to know this family, not when her freedom was far closer than she ever anticipated. 20 custom designs-- that was all she needed to pay back the family and be on her way. If she stuck around for 30, she could afford to be off on her own.
Maybe return to her homeland, to see if anything remained.
A little bit of envy pooled at the base of her abdomen as she stared at the fine chiton laid out for the girl. Her hand lingered on the material, gently rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. Material this nice was something she rarely had the pleasure of touching. Even during her time as a concubine, her clothing was rarely this fine. Of course, her access to this kind of material in Egypt had been difficult. The heat of the sun required a completely different material, even when she was inside. There was a silently longing for the heat of the suns and sands, especially when the rain would set into the lands.
Maybe one day she would have a dress like this, in a color that was so complementary to her skin.
”She was ill, my lady.” Her explanation was heavy with her accent, but not so much that she wasn’t understandable. Instead, the sound was melodic in its cadence. ”Nothing a day or two of rest will not resolve. She thought it best to stay away, to keep the rest of the house from catching the same illness.” Watching the blonde work with her hair, Olena couldn’t help buy be envious. Everything about her looks made it apparent she was a foreigner, from her pearlescent skin, to the freckles that covered her arms, to the bright red shine in her hair. It had been what had made her so popular to the men. She was exotic and sexual, and they loved it.
”I am Olena, but if you wish to call me something else, that is your prerogative.” She gestured to a nearby chair, ”I can set your hair, my lady, if you would like.”
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This.
This was why she hated the majority of the nobles she met. They always gave her a look of disgust, and rarely made an effort to hide it. She wanted to scream at them, to tell them that her condition was because of people like her, but she didn’t. Holding her tongue had been a lesson she had learned early on. The girl didn’t deserve to know her history, what she had been through. She didn’t deserve to learn that this was a vast improvement from the way she looked a few weeks ago, half dead and thinner from a lack of decent food. Her malnutrition came from slavery, from being owned by people who didn’t care. And even being well fed now, her cheeks had yet to fill back in. While she didn’t look half dead or beaten, Olena wasn’t exactly a beauty either.
There was no want of pity from the girl, either. Why should she feel anything for a woman who looked down on her? Instead of caring about her past, all she needed to know was that the foreign girl was here to assist the lady and hopefully get on with her day. She had no desire to get to know this family, not when her freedom was far closer than she ever anticipated. 20 custom designs-- that was all she needed to pay back the family and be on her way. If she stuck around for 30, she could afford to be off on her own.
Maybe return to her homeland, to see if anything remained.
A little bit of envy pooled at the base of her abdomen as she stared at the fine chiton laid out for the girl. Her hand lingered on the material, gently rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. Material this nice was something she rarely had the pleasure of touching. Even during her time as a concubine, her clothing was rarely this fine. Of course, her access to this kind of material in Egypt had been difficult. The heat of the sun required a completely different material, even when she was inside. There was a silently longing for the heat of the suns and sands, especially when the rain would set into the lands.
Maybe one day she would have a dress like this, in a color that was so complementary to her skin.
”She was ill, my lady.” Her explanation was heavy with her accent, but not so much that she wasn’t understandable. Instead, the sound was melodic in its cadence. ”Nothing a day or two of rest will not resolve. She thought it best to stay away, to keep the rest of the house from catching the same illness.” Watching the blonde work with her hair, Olena couldn’t help buy be envious. Everything about her looks made it apparent she was a foreigner, from her pearlescent skin, to the freckles that covered her arms, to the bright red shine in her hair. It had been what had made her so popular to the men. She was exotic and sexual, and they loved it.
”I am Olena, but if you wish to call me something else, that is your prerogative.” She gestured to a nearby chair, ”I can set your hair, my lady, if you would like.”
This.
This was why she hated the majority of the nobles she met. They always gave her a look of disgust, and rarely made an effort to hide it. She wanted to scream at them, to tell them that her condition was because of people like her, but she didn’t. Holding her tongue had been a lesson she had learned early on. The girl didn’t deserve to know her history, what she had been through. She didn’t deserve to learn that this was a vast improvement from the way she looked a few weeks ago, half dead and thinner from a lack of decent food. Her malnutrition came from slavery, from being owned by people who didn’t care. And even being well fed now, her cheeks had yet to fill back in. While she didn’t look half dead or beaten, Olena wasn’t exactly a beauty either.
There was no want of pity from the girl, either. Why should she feel anything for a woman who looked down on her? Instead of caring about her past, all she needed to know was that the foreign girl was here to assist the lady and hopefully get on with her day. She had no desire to get to know this family, not when her freedom was far closer than she ever anticipated. 20 custom designs-- that was all she needed to pay back the family and be on her way. If she stuck around for 30, she could afford to be off on her own.
Maybe return to her homeland, to see if anything remained.
A little bit of envy pooled at the base of her abdomen as she stared at the fine chiton laid out for the girl. Her hand lingered on the material, gently rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. Material this nice was something she rarely had the pleasure of touching. Even during her time as a concubine, her clothing was rarely this fine. Of course, her access to this kind of material in Egypt had been difficult. The heat of the sun required a completely different material, even when she was inside. There was a silently longing for the heat of the suns and sands, especially when the rain would set into the lands.
Maybe one day she would have a dress like this, in a color that was so complementary to her skin.
”She was ill, my lady.” Her explanation was heavy with her accent, but not so much that she wasn’t understandable. Instead, the sound was melodic in its cadence. ”Nothing a day or two of rest will not resolve. She thought it best to stay away, to keep the rest of the house from catching the same illness.” Watching the blonde work with her hair, Olena couldn’t help buy be envious. Everything about her looks made it apparent she was a foreigner, from her pearlescent skin, to the freckles that covered her arms, to the bright red shine in her hair. It had been what had made her so popular to the men. She was exotic and sexual, and they loved it.
”I am Olena, but if you wish to call me something else, that is your prerogative.” She gestured to a nearby chair, ”I can set your hair, my lady, if you would like.”
