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Amarissa smiled and nodded her head forward respectfully as a small group of students shuffled past her, pestering the Rabbi with questions. Some of the questions seemed most silly indeed but Amarissa did her best not to laugh and merely watched with curiosity as they moved past her with little acknowledgement of her presence.
She wondered briefly if Amiti had been sent here. Was he once a young man eager for knowledge at a Rabbi's foot? She might never know. Amarissa sighed and turned to keep walking the halls, admiring the stonework and paintings displayed upon the walls.
Her thoughts wandered briefly to the adventure earlier and she could only shake her head. Her life certainly had been more full of adventure since she had been traveling again. She thought back to her new friend Maeri and how excited she was to be marrying her betrothed. Amarissa felt a bit of sadness at this but could not for sure tell why. She was not jealous of Amiti. She still hardly knew the man though he had certainly shown himself to be kinder than the brisk teenager she remembered. She was happy for Maeri, happy for this next step in life for her friend. And yet she could not dismiss the sadness of life passing her by. Another friend moving on and leaving her behind.
She frowned and stop to run her hands over a stone painting, attempting to see any bit of joy or romance in it. Trying to distract herself from the fact that she'd been wandering these halls for nearly three hours now while her father and Caleb spoke with the university administrators. She knew discussions could take awhile but she had not realized she would be bored out of her skull.
Amarissa noticed another young woman nearby and decided to try and strike up a conversation. It couldn't do any harm could it?
"Hello there" Amarissa said with a smile "Your brother here for admission too?" she asked hopefully, trying to find some common ground.
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Amarissa smiled and nodded her head forward respectfully as a small group of students shuffled past her, pestering the Rabbi with questions. Some of the questions seemed most silly indeed but Amarissa did her best not to laugh and merely watched with curiosity as they moved past her with little acknowledgement of her presence.
She wondered briefly if Amiti had been sent here. Was he once a young man eager for knowledge at a Rabbi's foot? She might never know. Amarissa sighed and turned to keep walking the halls, admiring the stonework and paintings displayed upon the walls.
Her thoughts wandered briefly to the adventure earlier and she could only shake her head. Her life certainly had been more full of adventure since she had been traveling again. She thought back to her new friend Maeri and how excited she was to be marrying her betrothed. Amarissa felt a bit of sadness at this but could not for sure tell why. She was not jealous of Amiti. She still hardly knew the man though he had certainly shown himself to be kinder than the brisk teenager she remembered. She was happy for Maeri, happy for this next step in life for her friend. And yet she could not dismiss the sadness of life passing her by. Another friend moving on and leaving her behind.
She frowned and stop to run her hands over a stone painting, attempting to see any bit of joy or romance in it. Trying to distract herself from the fact that she'd been wandering these halls for nearly three hours now while her father and Caleb spoke with the university administrators. She knew discussions could take awhile but she had not realized she would be bored out of her skull.
Amarissa noticed another young woman nearby and decided to try and strike up a conversation. It couldn't do any harm could it?
"Hello there" Amarissa said with a smile "Your brother here for admission too?" she asked hopefully, trying to find some common ground.
Amarissa smiled and nodded her head forward respectfully as a small group of students shuffled past her, pestering the Rabbi with questions. Some of the questions seemed most silly indeed but Amarissa did her best not to laugh and merely watched with curiosity as they moved past her with little acknowledgement of her presence.
She wondered briefly if Amiti had been sent here. Was he once a young man eager for knowledge at a Rabbi's foot? She might never know. Amarissa sighed and turned to keep walking the halls, admiring the stonework and paintings displayed upon the walls.
Her thoughts wandered briefly to the adventure earlier and she could only shake her head. Her life certainly had been more full of adventure since she had been traveling again. She thought back to her new friend Maeri and how excited she was to be marrying her betrothed. Amarissa felt a bit of sadness at this but could not for sure tell why. She was not jealous of Amiti. She still hardly knew the man though he had certainly shown himself to be kinder than the brisk teenager she remembered. She was happy for Maeri, happy for this next step in life for her friend. And yet she could not dismiss the sadness of life passing her by. Another friend moving on and leaving her behind.
She frowned and stop to run her hands over a stone painting, attempting to see any bit of joy or romance in it. Trying to distract herself from the fact that she'd been wandering these halls for nearly three hours now while her father and Caleb spoke with the university administrators. She knew discussions could take awhile but she had not realized she would be bored out of her skull.
Amarissa noticed another young woman nearby and decided to try and strike up a conversation. It couldn't do any harm could it?
"Hello there" Amarissa said with a smile "Your brother here for admission too?" she asked hopefully, trying to find some common ground.
Ever since coming into her new employment with the Jaffe Manheeg house just a couple of months ago, Gwyneth now had scarce few precious days which she had the liberty to go about doing whatever she wanted to do. Every other day was filled with needing to cater and ensure the Manheeg household ran like clockwork, especially with the handful of servants they hired. While it was no large place of residence by any means, with the amount of people to serve in there, it meant Gwyneth was kept on her feet most of the time.
So she treasured her few days off, and had spent the morning visiting with her father. It was not always a good experience, when one visited Valence of Noam. His quickly going mind barely remembered his youngest born, and he confused her for both her elder sister and her mother as many times. It was rare for him to ever notice her as Gwyneth, for the young Judean's had only came into Valence's life at a late year, which mean his memories was predominantly of Qiana of Ayala.
But Gwyneth loved her father, and still did her best to clean after the whole house, preparing a meal she shared whilst he conversed with his 'wife', before leaving the house in the late evening. The girl was expected back in the Manheeg house before nightfall, and she intended to take a visit to the market, and then a swing by the Damascus University, before returning to her duties.
Having always had a curious mind ever since she had been a child, the circumstances of her birth and family meant Gwyneth never had the chance to enter the hallowed halls of the university, as much as she wanted to. Not that it wasn't a dream of hers, though. Despite the short time which she had entered her new employment, her one visit to Israel made Gwyneth realize that despite the growing bitterness in her heart from her sister's recent public execution, her curiosity still hid within her. She felt an inexplicable pull as she stared at the tall walls of the university, jaw slightly ajar until a voice tugged at her attention.
Turning so quickly in surprise that the beige headscarf over her head slid down her dark locks as she tried to locate the source of the voice, her hazel eyes blinked in surprise, looking around to ascertain that it was her being spoken to, before replying in a slightly wary, slightly curious tone. "N-No. I'm just... looking, that is. I'm curious as to the... building. And it's... inhabitants, I guess." the girl paused. Her sentence meant the other had her own brother here? How lucky. A flash of jealousy came as quickly as it went, before a softer smile curled her lips. "You've been waiting for your brother, I take it?"
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Ever since coming into her new employment with the Jaffe Manheeg house just a couple of months ago, Gwyneth now had scarce few precious days which she had the liberty to go about doing whatever she wanted to do. Every other day was filled with needing to cater and ensure the Manheeg household ran like clockwork, especially with the handful of servants they hired. While it was no large place of residence by any means, with the amount of people to serve in there, it meant Gwyneth was kept on her feet most of the time.
So she treasured her few days off, and had spent the morning visiting with her father. It was not always a good experience, when one visited Valence of Noam. His quickly going mind barely remembered his youngest born, and he confused her for both her elder sister and her mother as many times. It was rare for him to ever notice her as Gwyneth, for the young Judean's had only came into Valence's life at a late year, which mean his memories was predominantly of Qiana of Ayala.
But Gwyneth loved her father, and still did her best to clean after the whole house, preparing a meal she shared whilst he conversed with his 'wife', before leaving the house in the late evening. The girl was expected back in the Manheeg house before nightfall, and she intended to take a visit to the market, and then a swing by the Damascus University, before returning to her duties.
Having always had a curious mind ever since she had been a child, the circumstances of her birth and family meant Gwyneth never had the chance to enter the hallowed halls of the university, as much as she wanted to. Not that it wasn't a dream of hers, though. Despite the short time which she had entered her new employment, her one visit to Israel made Gwyneth realize that despite the growing bitterness in her heart from her sister's recent public execution, her curiosity still hid within her. She felt an inexplicable pull as she stared at the tall walls of the university, jaw slightly ajar until a voice tugged at her attention.
Turning so quickly in surprise that the beige headscarf over her head slid down her dark locks as she tried to locate the source of the voice, her hazel eyes blinked in surprise, looking around to ascertain that it was her being spoken to, before replying in a slightly wary, slightly curious tone. "N-No. I'm just... looking, that is. I'm curious as to the... building. And it's... inhabitants, I guess." the girl paused. Her sentence meant the other had her own brother here? How lucky. A flash of jealousy came as quickly as it went, before a softer smile curled her lips. "You've been waiting for your brother, I take it?"
Ever since coming into her new employment with the Jaffe Manheeg house just a couple of months ago, Gwyneth now had scarce few precious days which she had the liberty to go about doing whatever she wanted to do. Every other day was filled with needing to cater and ensure the Manheeg household ran like clockwork, especially with the handful of servants they hired. While it was no large place of residence by any means, with the amount of people to serve in there, it meant Gwyneth was kept on her feet most of the time.
So she treasured her few days off, and had spent the morning visiting with her father. It was not always a good experience, when one visited Valence of Noam. His quickly going mind barely remembered his youngest born, and he confused her for both her elder sister and her mother as many times. It was rare for him to ever notice her as Gwyneth, for the young Judean's had only came into Valence's life at a late year, which mean his memories was predominantly of Qiana of Ayala.
But Gwyneth loved her father, and still did her best to clean after the whole house, preparing a meal she shared whilst he conversed with his 'wife', before leaving the house in the late evening. The girl was expected back in the Manheeg house before nightfall, and she intended to take a visit to the market, and then a swing by the Damascus University, before returning to her duties.
Having always had a curious mind ever since she had been a child, the circumstances of her birth and family meant Gwyneth never had the chance to enter the hallowed halls of the university, as much as she wanted to. Not that it wasn't a dream of hers, though. Despite the short time which she had entered her new employment, her one visit to Israel made Gwyneth realize that despite the growing bitterness in her heart from her sister's recent public execution, her curiosity still hid within her. She felt an inexplicable pull as she stared at the tall walls of the university, jaw slightly ajar until a voice tugged at her attention.
Turning so quickly in surprise that the beige headscarf over her head slid down her dark locks as she tried to locate the source of the voice, her hazel eyes blinked in surprise, looking around to ascertain that it was her being spoken to, before replying in a slightly wary, slightly curious tone. "N-No. I'm just... looking, that is. I'm curious as to the... building. And it's... inhabitants, I guess." the girl paused. Her sentence meant the other had her own brother here? How lucky. A flash of jealousy came as quickly as it went, before a softer smile curled her lips. "You've been waiting for your brother, I take it?"
As the woman replied with hesitation, Amarissa took note of her clothes and demeanor. While respectfully dressed, Amarissa could not quite tell if the woman's family was less blessed with wealth or if the woman was a servant. The beige headdress, while plain, was beautiful in its own way, especially against the woman's dark head of hair.
Amarisssa tilted her head slightly and smiled encouragingly as the woman explained. Amarissa noticed a brief tightness enter the woman's face but it was fleeting and Amarissa's smile widened as the other woman smiled as well. "Yes! Well..we hope" she admitted. "It is still up to him, my father and the Rabbis. You know how men are" she said with a soft laugh.
"I was just admiring this mural." Amarissa said with a gesture back towards the painting. "There is so much beauty all around us, don't you think?" she ran her hands gently over the wall again.
"Is your family visiting the city?" Amarissa asked curiously after a few moments. "The mountains are so pretty here. Ammun is... different." Amarissa acknowledged with a smile. It was not that she did not see beauty there as well. It was home after all and Amarissa was well aware of the nostalgia one could feel upon being away from home for too long or upon seeing it after being gone for several weeks. Still, there was so much beauty to see in these provinces and perhaps beyond? So much to see and Amarissa sometimes felt she had less and less time to see it.
She wondered if that is perhaps how Cane felt about women. Was that why he never settled on one and instead was always seeking the next? Was he afraid that there would be so many that he would simply never meet or get to enjoy? Cane was so hard to read, especially as he'd grown into a man. And Caleb. Caleb found joy and beauty in the sacred texts. Amarissa wondered if he would be a rabbi in his own right some day.
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As the woman replied with hesitation, Amarissa took note of her clothes and demeanor. While respectfully dressed, Amarissa could not quite tell if the woman's family was less blessed with wealth or if the woman was a servant. The beige headdress, while plain, was beautiful in its own way, especially against the woman's dark head of hair.
Amarisssa tilted her head slightly and smiled encouragingly as the woman explained. Amarissa noticed a brief tightness enter the woman's face but it was fleeting and Amarissa's smile widened as the other woman smiled as well. "Yes! Well..we hope" she admitted. "It is still up to him, my father and the Rabbis. You know how men are" she said with a soft laugh.
"I was just admiring this mural." Amarissa said with a gesture back towards the painting. "There is so much beauty all around us, don't you think?" she ran her hands gently over the wall again.
"Is your family visiting the city?" Amarissa asked curiously after a few moments. "The mountains are so pretty here. Ammun is... different." Amarissa acknowledged with a smile. It was not that she did not see beauty there as well. It was home after all and Amarissa was well aware of the nostalgia one could feel upon being away from home for too long or upon seeing it after being gone for several weeks. Still, there was so much beauty to see in these provinces and perhaps beyond? So much to see and Amarissa sometimes felt she had less and less time to see it.
She wondered if that is perhaps how Cane felt about women. Was that why he never settled on one and instead was always seeking the next? Was he afraid that there would be so many that he would simply never meet or get to enjoy? Cane was so hard to read, especially as he'd grown into a man. And Caleb. Caleb found joy and beauty in the sacred texts. Amarissa wondered if he would be a rabbi in his own right some day.
As the woman replied with hesitation, Amarissa took note of her clothes and demeanor. While respectfully dressed, Amarissa could not quite tell if the woman's family was less blessed with wealth or if the woman was a servant. The beige headdress, while plain, was beautiful in its own way, especially against the woman's dark head of hair.
Amarisssa tilted her head slightly and smiled encouragingly as the woman explained. Amarissa noticed a brief tightness enter the woman's face but it was fleeting and Amarissa's smile widened as the other woman smiled as well. "Yes! Well..we hope" she admitted. "It is still up to him, my father and the Rabbis. You know how men are" she said with a soft laugh.
"I was just admiring this mural." Amarissa said with a gesture back towards the painting. "There is so much beauty all around us, don't you think?" she ran her hands gently over the wall again.
"Is your family visiting the city?" Amarissa asked curiously after a few moments. "The mountains are so pretty here. Ammun is... different." Amarissa acknowledged with a smile. It was not that she did not see beauty there as well. It was home after all and Amarissa was well aware of the nostalgia one could feel upon being away from home for too long or upon seeing it after being gone for several weeks. Still, there was so much beauty to see in these provinces and perhaps beyond? So much to see and Amarissa sometimes felt she had less and less time to see it.
She wondered if that is perhaps how Cane felt about women. Was that why he never settled on one and instead was always seeking the next? Was he afraid that there would be so many that he would simply never meet or get to enjoy? Cane was so hard to read, especially as he'd grown into a man. And Caleb. Caleb found joy and beauty in the sacred texts. Amarissa wondered if he would be a rabbi in his own right some day.
The encouraging smile did wonders. As a woman who was born of lower class and has spent her life either in servitude of someone else or doing someone else's wishes, Gwyneth mostly thrived so long as she had someone assuring her she did well. Of course, for most her life, that had been Ayala, which would explain the righteous anger she felt when Ayala had been taken away from her, along with essentially what was the essence of her father. Valence was as good as gone at this point in time, a shell left of who had once been her father.
Gwyneth chuckled slightly, and nodded in understanding when the other lady mentioned men.More then anything, as a servant in a family of three strong male figures, Gwynth understood what the other spoke of. "In that case I wish your brother the best of luck. I'm sure Yahweh will be on his side today." the brunette returned with an encouraging smile of her own.
Her eyes flickered to the mural when Amarissa referred to it, and Gwyneth stepped back to admire the intricacies of the art. To understand it at a deeper level was an expertise that the untrained servant girl was not equipped for, but to appreciate it at a shallow level she could do. But when it came to the mountains, that Gwyneth could understand. She had grown up seeing the white caps of the Sheleg mountains in the distance. Whilst she wished she could scale it one day, Gwyneth had to wonder hard if that was even a possible feat for man.
"Seeing the white caps in midst of all the arid weather here is a sight for sore eyes, I agree." she murmured, before turning friendly eyes to the other. "How is Ammun like> I must confess, I do not travel much out of Damascus." Gwyneth paused, and then a little flush dusted her cheeks as she took half a step back and gave a little bow. "I forget, I have yet to introduce myself. My name is Gwyneth of Qiana. I hope Damascus has been treating you and your family well...?" at the last part, Gwyneth trailed off, hoping her self-introduction would be reciprocated.
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The encouraging smile did wonders. As a woman who was born of lower class and has spent her life either in servitude of someone else or doing someone else's wishes, Gwyneth mostly thrived so long as she had someone assuring her she did well. Of course, for most her life, that had been Ayala, which would explain the righteous anger she felt when Ayala had been taken away from her, along with essentially what was the essence of her father. Valence was as good as gone at this point in time, a shell left of who had once been her father.
Gwyneth chuckled slightly, and nodded in understanding when the other lady mentioned men.More then anything, as a servant in a family of three strong male figures, Gwynth understood what the other spoke of. "In that case I wish your brother the best of luck. I'm sure Yahweh will be on his side today." the brunette returned with an encouraging smile of her own.
Her eyes flickered to the mural when Amarissa referred to it, and Gwyneth stepped back to admire the intricacies of the art. To understand it at a deeper level was an expertise that the untrained servant girl was not equipped for, but to appreciate it at a shallow level she could do. But when it came to the mountains, that Gwyneth could understand. She had grown up seeing the white caps of the Sheleg mountains in the distance. Whilst she wished she could scale it one day, Gwyneth had to wonder hard if that was even a possible feat for man.
"Seeing the white caps in midst of all the arid weather here is a sight for sore eyes, I agree." she murmured, before turning friendly eyes to the other. "How is Ammun like> I must confess, I do not travel much out of Damascus." Gwyneth paused, and then a little flush dusted her cheeks as she took half a step back and gave a little bow. "I forget, I have yet to introduce myself. My name is Gwyneth of Qiana. I hope Damascus has been treating you and your family well...?" at the last part, Gwyneth trailed off, hoping her self-introduction would be reciprocated.
The encouraging smile did wonders. As a woman who was born of lower class and has spent her life either in servitude of someone else or doing someone else's wishes, Gwyneth mostly thrived so long as she had someone assuring her she did well. Of course, for most her life, that had been Ayala, which would explain the righteous anger she felt when Ayala had been taken away from her, along with essentially what was the essence of her father. Valence was as good as gone at this point in time, a shell left of who had once been her father.
Gwyneth chuckled slightly, and nodded in understanding when the other lady mentioned men.More then anything, as a servant in a family of three strong male figures, Gwynth understood what the other spoke of. "In that case I wish your brother the best of luck. I'm sure Yahweh will be on his side today." the brunette returned with an encouraging smile of her own.
Her eyes flickered to the mural when Amarissa referred to it, and Gwyneth stepped back to admire the intricacies of the art. To understand it at a deeper level was an expertise that the untrained servant girl was not equipped for, but to appreciate it at a shallow level she could do. But when it came to the mountains, that Gwyneth could understand. She had grown up seeing the white caps of the Sheleg mountains in the distance. Whilst she wished she could scale it one day, Gwyneth had to wonder hard if that was even a possible feat for man.
"Seeing the white caps in midst of all the arid weather here is a sight for sore eyes, I agree." she murmured, before turning friendly eyes to the other. "How is Ammun like> I must confess, I do not travel much out of Damascus." Gwyneth paused, and then a little flush dusted her cheeks as she took half a step back and gave a little bow. "I forget, I have yet to introduce myself. My name is Gwyneth of Qiana. I hope Damascus has been treating you and your family well...?" at the last part, Gwyneth trailed off, hoping her self-introduction would be reciprocated.
"Well thank you" Amarissa said with a ever so slight bow of thanks for the young woman's well wishes.
As they admired the mural together in silence for a moment, Amarissa could not deny the beauty that the young woman herself possessed. Amarissa smiled as the woman began to speak of the mountains surrounding them. "Oh it is..." Amarissa smile and then considered her words. "Flat." she said finally. "No I should be kinder than that" she laughed. "It is beautiful, really it is. It is just... there is so much city and so we have no mountains so it just seems like the city goes on and on.."
As they spoke more, the young woman suddenly flushed and Amarissa could not help but feel the slight pink upon her cheeks suited her. Her name sounded familiar but Amarissa could not fully place it. "Of course" Amarissa said graciously. "Amarissa of Rishona" she returned the introduction. "Yes, yes the generosity of this city is wonderful. I had worried.." Amarissa started and then bit her tongue. "One wonders.." she began again and paused. "I was not sure if it would be stuffy here.." she admitted with a guilty look on her face. "With all the scholars and rabbis, religious men can be a bit...much" Amarissa finally said carefully and glanced at Gwyneth in hope that she had not offended her.
Amarissa noted that the woman had not mentioned her family or why she was here. This was a bit particular but perhaps the woman was simply private. Not all were as open as Amarissa about such things.
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"Well thank you" Amarissa said with a ever so slight bow of thanks for the young woman's well wishes.
As they admired the mural together in silence for a moment, Amarissa could not deny the beauty that the young woman herself possessed. Amarissa smiled as the woman began to speak of the mountains surrounding them. "Oh it is..." Amarissa smile and then considered her words. "Flat." she said finally. "No I should be kinder than that" she laughed. "It is beautiful, really it is. It is just... there is so much city and so we have no mountains so it just seems like the city goes on and on.."
As they spoke more, the young woman suddenly flushed and Amarissa could not help but feel the slight pink upon her cheeks suited her. Her name sounded familiar but Amarissa could not fully place it. "Of course" Amarissa said graciously. "Amarissa of Rishona" she returned the introduction. "Yes, yes the generosity of this city is wonderful. I had worried.." Amarissa started and then bit her tongue. "One wonders.." she began again and paused. "I was not sure if it would be stuffy here.." she admitted with a guilty look on her face. "With all the scholars and rabbis, religious men can be a bit...much" Amarissa finally said carefully and glanced at Gwyneth in hope that she had not offended her.
Amarissa noted that the woman had not mentioned her family or why she was here. This was a bit particular but perhaps the woman was simply private. Not all were as open as Amarissa about such things.
"Well thank you" Amarissa said with a ever so slight bow of thanks for the young woman's well wishes.
As they admired the mural together in silence for a moment, Amarissa could not deny the beauty that the young woman herself possessed. Amarissa smiled as the woman began to speak of the mountains surrounding them. "Oh it is..." Amarissa smile and then considered her words. "Flat." she said finally. "No I should be kinder than that" she laughed. "It is beautiful, really it is. It is just... there is so much city and so we have no mountains so it just seems like the city goes on and on.."
As they spoke more, the young woman suddenly flushed and Amarissa could not help but feel the slight pink upon her cheeks suited her. Her name sounded familiar but Amarissa could not fully place it. "Of course" Amarissa said graciously. "Amarissa of Rishona" she returned the introduction. "Yes, yes the generosity of this city is wonderful. I had worried.." Amarissa started and then bit her tongue. "One wonders.." she began again and paused. "I was not sure if it would be stuffy here.." she admitted with a guilty look on her face. "With all the scholars and rabbis, religious men can be a bit...much" Amarissa finally said carefully and glanced at Gwyneth in hope that she had not offended her.
Amarissa noted that the woman had not mentioned her family or why she was here. This was a bit particular but perhaps the woman was simply private. Not all were as open as Amarissa about such things.
Her polite manner had Gwyneth smiling, for she could confirm had she not asked that the lady was from somewhere in Judea. While she was not well travelled at all, Gwyneth read vocariously, which meant she had read many scrolls from travelling bards and knew of stories from places like Bedoa and Egypt. From the written word, Gwyneth concluded that while Egyptians were a lot looser with their morals, Bedoans were more private, whic meant her people would fall somewhere in the middle.
Her first observation fished out an involuntary laugh from Gwyneth, the young dark-haired female flashing the lady a smile as she tried to imagine Ammun as descrivbed by the other. Would she like it? Somehow, Gwyneth doubted it. Having grown up with much nature and the view of the Sheleg mountains always in the distance, she had come to associate the snow-capped mountains as home now, and would miss the view should she move. "I should visit one day, although I do not think I would be able to stay in that place." she replied in kind.
She did wish to travel of course, but the circumstances all her life had prevented that.... ironically, it was because of her sister's execution that she now would even have the shot at travelling whenever the Manheeg Jaffe went for the bi-weekly meetings. To hope she would go everytime would be wisful thinking, but even a few short visits would suffice.
The woman's name sounded beautiful, albeit not native to Damascus. Smiling when she heard the priase to Damascus, to say Gwyneth was surprised would be a farce, for she had always known the people of her city to be kind and generous, as long as the person was clearly a visitor. They were most xenophobic to Egyptians, but Amarissa was definitely Judean, just from seeing her
"A bit much is an understatement, I should think." Gwyneth replied with a lilt in her tone that suggested her words were simply a joke. "But they are knowledgeable... it is why I would love to enter its halls. With my situation though, hanging outside is the best I can do." she ended wryly, playing with the ends of her hair for a second before turning back to Amarissa. "How long would you be waiting, you think?"
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Her polite manner had Gwyneth smiling, for she could confirm had she not asked that the lady was from somewhere in Judea. While she was not well travelled at all, Gwyneth read vocariously, which meant she had read many scrolls from travelling bards and knew of stories from places like Bedoa and Egypt. From the written word, Gwyneth concluded that while Egyptians were a lot looser with their morals, Bedoans were more private, whic meant her people would fall somewhere in the middle.
Her first observation fished out an involuntary laugh from Gwyneth, the young dark-haired female flashing the lady a smile as she tried to imagine Ammun as descrivbed by the other. Would she like it? Somehow, Gwyneth doubted it. Having grown up with much nature and the view of the Sheleg mountains always in the distance, she had come to associate the snow-capped mountains as home now, and would miss the view should she move. "I should visit one day, although I do not think I would be able to stay in that place." she replied in kind.
She did wish to travel of course, but the circumstances all her life had prevented that.... ironically, it was because of her sister's execution that she now would even have the shot at travelling whenever the Manheeg Jaffe went for the bi-weekly meetings. To hope she would go everytime would be wisful thinking, but even a few short visits would suffice.
The woman's name sounded beautiful, albeit not native to Damascus. Smiling when she heard the priase to Damascus, to say Gwyneth was surprised would be a farce, for she had always known the people of her city to be kind and generous, as long as the person was clearly a visitor. They were most xenophobic to Egyptians, but Amarissa was definitely Judean, just from seeing her
"A bit much is an understatement, I should think." Gwyneth replied with a lilt in her tone that suggested her words were simply a joke. "But they are knowledgeable... it is why I would love to enter its halls. With my situation though, hanging outside is the best I can do." she ended wryly, playing with the ends of her hair for a second before turning back to Amarissa. "How long would you be waiting, you think?"
Her polite manner had Gwyneth smiling, for she could confirm had she not asked that the lady was from somewhere in Judea. While she was not well travelled at all, Gwyneth read vocariously, which meant she had read many scrolls from travelling bards and knew of stories from places like Bedoa and Egypt. From the written word, Gwyneth concluded that while Egyptians were a lot looser with their morals, Bedoans were more private, whic meant her people would fall somewhere in the middle.
Her first observation fished out an involuntary laugh from Gwyneth, the young dark-haired female flashing the lady a smile as she tried to imagine Ammun as descrivbed by the other. Would she like it? Somehow, Gwyneth doubted it. Having grown up with much nature and the view of the Sheleg mountains always in the distance, she had come to associate the snow-capped mountains as home now, and would miss the view should she move. "I should visit one day, although I do not think I would be able to stay in that place." she replied in kind.
She did wish to travel of course, but the circumstances all her life had prevented that.... ironically, it was because of her sister's execution that she now would even have the shot at travelling whenever the Manheeg Jaffe went for the bi-weekly meetings. To hope she would go everytime would be wisful thinking, but even a few short visits would suffice.
The woman's name sounded beautiful, albeit not native to Damascus. Smiling when she heard the priase to Damascus, to say Gwyneth was surprised would be a farce, for she had always known the people of her city to be kind and generous, as long as the person was clearly a visitor. They were most xenophobic to Egyptians, but Amarissa was definitely Judean, just from seeing her
"A bit much is an understatement, I should think." Gwyneth replied with a lilt in her tone that suggested her words were simply a joke. "But they are knowledgeable... it is why I would love to enter its halls. With my situation though, hanging outside is the best I can do." she ended wryly, playing with the ends of her hair for a second before turning back to Amarissa. "How long would you be waiting, you think?"
Amarissa nodded understandingly to Gwyneth's admittance that she would likely not be able to stay long in a place like Ammun. Amarissa did not blame her. While it was home and all she had known for many years, it was not necessarily where Amarissa wished to stay. She knew that in all likelihood, her father would find her a husband in the same town and she would live and die there like so many other Ammun residents. Or perhaps Yahweh would have mercy and she would never be forced to marry. An odd mercy indeed, what Jewish woman would not wish to marry and bring forth children to honor her husband and Yahweh. But she knew that even as an older, unmarried woman, she would not be alone, her family and brothers would insure her care. Yes perhaps that would be better than being bound to a man. She did not know. She simply knew that the longings her peers had for a man's touch were not present in her heart. That the only thing close was when she had looked into dear Mazal's eyes and felt a connection and the beginnings of desire. A sin. An abomination. Why Yahweh had allowed her to be tempted so she did not know but her secret would remain that. Secret.
"That they are" Amarissa smiled and nodded once more. "A situation we share" Amarissa noted with a wry smile. Women, were not allowed to study in these sacred halls. What use would women have for scrolls and scriptures, her father would have said. A woman's place was in the home. Cooking, cleaning, raising children and caring for her husband. These were the tasks of a woman. What help could scrolls possibly be for that. Still, as her brother's had practiced their reading and chants, so she had listened and learned. She remembered begging Caleb to read to her. Over and over again. To tell her the stories of old. The writings of Moses, the stories of brave Miriam, the tests of faith. Yes, that must be what these temptations were. Tests of faith. She had only to hold out, to prove she would not fall. Yahweh would surely reward her.
"Oh" Amarissa said with a pause before looking back at the hallway. "Too long" she said with a slightly pitiful smile. "And you? Were you meeting someone or just wandering?" Amarissa asked remembering how the woman had said earlier that she was just looking at the buildings.
"I'm sure my brother and father will be awhile, would you like to wander the grounds?" Amarissa asked curiously.
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Amarissa nodded understandingly to Gwyneth's admittance that she would likely not be able to stay long in a place like Ammun. Amarissa did not blame her. While it was home and all she had known for many years, it was not necessarily where Amarissa wished to stay. She knew that in all likelihood, her father would find her a husband in the same town and she would live and die there like so many other Ammun residents. Or perhaps Yahweh would have mercy and she would never be forced to marry. An odd mercy indeed, what Jewish woman would not wish to marry and bring forth children to honor her husband and Yahweh. But she knew that even as an older, unmarried woman, she would not be alone, her family and brothers would insure her care. Yes perhaps that would be better than being bound to a man. She did not know. She simply knew that the longings her peers had for a man's touch were not present in her heart. That the only thing close was when she had looked into dear Mazal's eyes and felt a connection and the beginnings of desire. A sin. An abomination. Why Yahweh had allowed her to be tempted so she did not know but her secret would remain that. Secret.
"That they are" Amarissa smiled and nodded once more. "A situation we share" Amarissa noted with a wry smile. Women, were not allowed to study in these sacred halls. What use would women have for scrolls and scriptures, her father would have said. A woman's place was in the home. Cooking, cleaning, raising children and caring for her husband. These were the tasks of a woman. What help could scrolls possibly be for that. Still, as her brother's had practiced their reading and chants, so she had listened and learned. She remembered begging Caleb to read to her. Over and over again. To tell her the stories of old. The writings of Moses, the stories of brave Miriam, the tests of faith. Yes, that must be what these temptations were. Tests of faith. She had only to hold out, to prove she would not fall. Yahweh would surely reward her.
"Oh" Amarissa said with a pause before looking back at the hallway. "Too long" she said with a slightly pitiful smile. "And you? Were you meeting someone or just wandering?" Amarissa asked remembering how the woman had said earlier that she was just looking at the buildings.
"I'm sure my brother and father will be awhile, would you like to wander the grounds?" Amarissa asked curiously.
Amarissa nodded understandingly to Gwyneth's admittance that she would likely not be able to stay long in a place like Ammun. Amarissa did not blame her. While it was home and all she had known for many years, it was not necessarily where Amarissa wished to stay. She knew that in all likelihood, her father would find her a husband in the same town and she would live and die there like so many other Ammun residents. Or perhaps Yahweh would have mercy and she would never be forced to marry. An odd mercy indeed, what Jewish woman would not wish to marry and bring forth children to honor her husband and Yahweh. But she knew that even as an older, unmarried woman, she would not be alone, her family and brothers would insure her care. Yes perhaps that would be better than being bound to a man. She did not know. She simply knew that the longings her peers had for a man's touch were not present in her heart. That the only thing close was when she had looked into dear Mazal's eyes and felt a connection and the beginnings of desire. A sin. An abomination. Why Yahweh had allowed her to be tempted so she did not know but her secret would remain that. Secret.
"That they are" Amarissa smiled and nodded once more. "A situation we share" Amarissa noted with a wry smile. Women, were not allowed to study in these sacred halls. What use would women have for scrolls and scriptures, her father would have said. A woman's place was in the home. Cooking, cleaning, raising children and caring for her husband. These were the tasks of a woman. What help could scrolls possibly be for that. Still, as her brother's had practiced their reading and chants, so she had listened and learned. She remembered begging Caleb to read to her. Over and over again. To tell her the stories of old. The writings of Moses, the stories of brave Miriam, the tests of faith. Yes, that must be what these temptations were. Tests of faith. She had only to hold out, to prove she would not fall. Yahweh would surely reward her.
"Oh" Amarissa said with a pause before looking back at the hallway. "Too long" she said with a slightly pitiful smile. "And you? Were you meeting someone or just wandering?" Amarissa asked remembering how the woman had said earlier that she was just looking at the buildings.
"I'm sure my brother and father will be awhile, would you like to wander the grounds?" Amarissa asked curiously.
Gwyneth found it a little surprising, that another woman would want to enter the sacred halls of the university. Many of the friends and ladies Gwyneth had gotten to know in the markets or when she had started her employment in the Manheeg pointed to the womenfolk being quite content doing the housework and being the assistant to the man of the family. Not to say that Gwyneth would not be content with that. In fact, that was how she had grown up, watching her mother Qiana essentially be her father's helping hand at any given day.
But Gwyneth also wanted just that little bit more. She had been born with a curious mind, and because of that now questioned alot of things, some of which she assumed would only be able to be answered by the scholar's and men of the University.
A hall she wouldn't be able to enter.
The girl gave a smile that was a mixture of empathy and wryness when Amarissa stated her wait to be a considerable amount of time, for that sounded like an awful amount of time to just wander. Of course, it wasn't as if Gwyneth had not spent time just loitering outside the university before. So when Amarissa offered, her eyes brightened up, and Gwyneth gave a happy nod with a smile.
"I'd love to. I have studied the carvings outside of the structure many times, but it would be great to get someone else's thoughts on it." she murmured. The Damascus University had been constructed and carved with pictures and inscriptions on the stones that Gwyneth assumed were occasions of history and myth, all of which fascinated her.
Falling into step next to Amarissa as they meandered the grounds surrounding the university, Gwyneth's steps slowed as they reached a carving of words, words that Gwyneth could only pick out a few. Not educated in acadamia, she could only recognize the more common words, and her head tilted to the right as she studied the rest. "Do you know what this says, Amarissa?"
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Gwyneth found it a little surprising, that another woman would want to enter the sacred halls of the university. Many of the friends and ladies Gwyneth had gotten to know in the markets or when she had started her employment in the Manheeg pointed to the womenfolk being quite content doing the housework and being the assistant to the man of the family. Not to say that Gwyneth would not be content with that. In fact, that was how she had grown up, watching her mother Qiana essentially be her father's helping hand at any given day.
But Gwyneth also wanted just that little bit more. She had been born with a curious mind, and because of that now questioned alot of things, some of which she assumed would only be able to be answered by the scholar's and men of the University.
A hall she wouldn't be able to enter.
The girl gave a smile that was a mixture of empathy and wryness when Amarissa stated her wait to be a considerable amount of time, for that sounded like an awful amount of time to just wander. Of course, it wasn't as if Gwyneth had not spent time just loitering outside the university before. So when Amarissa offered, her eyes brightened up, and Gwyneth gave a happy nod with a smile.
"I'd love to. I have studied the carvings outside of the structure many times, but it would be great to get someone else's thoughts on it." she murmured. The Damascus University had been constructed and carved with pictures and inscriptions on the stones that Gwyneth assumed were occasions of history and myth, all of which fascinated her.
Falling into step next to Amarissa as they meandered the grounds surrounding the university, Gwyneth's steps slowed as they reached a carving of words, words that Gwyneth could only pick out a few. Not educated in acadamia, she could only recognize the more common words, and her head tilted to the right as she studied the rest. "Do you know what this says, Amarissa?"
Gwyneth found it a little surprising, that another woman would want to enter the sacred halls of the university. Many of the friends and ladies Gwyneth had gotten to know in the markets or when she had started her employment in the Manheeg pointed to the womenfolk being quite content doing the housework and being the assistant to the man of the family. Not to say that Gwyneth would not be content with that. In fact, that was how she had grown up, watching her mother Qiana essentially be her father's helping hand at any given day.
But Gwyneth also wanted just that little bit more. She had been born with a curious mind, and because of that now questioned alot of things, some of which she assumed would only be able to be answered by the scholar's and men of the University.
A hall she wouldn't be able to enter.
The girl gave a smile that was a mixture of empathy and wryness when Amarissa stated her wait to be a considerable amount of time, for that sounded like an awful amount of time to just wander. Of course, it wasn't as if Gwyneth had not spent time just loitering outside the university before. So when Amarissa offered, her eyes brightened up, and Gwyneth gave a happy nod with a smile.
"I'd love to. I have studied the carvings outside of the structure many times, but it would be great to get someone else's thoughts on it." she murmured. The Damascus University had been constructed and carved with pictures and inscriptions on the stones that Gwyneth assumed were occasions of history and myth, all of which fascinated her.
Falling into step next to Amarissa as they meandered the grounds surrounding the university, Gwyneth's steps slowed as they reached a carving of words, words that Gwyneth could only pick out a few. Not educated in acadamia, she could only recognize the more common words, and her head tilted to the right as she studied the rest. "Do you know what this says, Amarissa?"
Amarissa smiled broadly as her invitation was accepted the two women began to wander, looking at the beautiful carvings in stone and wood. As they came to mural commemorating Moses gathering the stone tablets, they paused and Gwyneth asked if Amarissa knew what the words said. While Amarissa had not had nearly the training her brother's received, she stopped and looked at the words a little while before nodding slowly as the words began to make sense.
"Yes" she said slowly. "I think" she admitted with a small laugh. "This one tells us to always remember the sacrifices of our ancestors." She traced the words gently with her fingers before moving to the second one. "This one" she paused and squinted. "This one reminds us to always follow our covenant with Yahweh. That we would be lost in the desert without Him" she noted, her voice fading off quietly.
She swallowed slightly and looked up at the great men who had led them to the promised land. With a small smile she moved on and slowed at the next mural, the walls of Jericho falling. A miracle. "Do you know this one?" she asked gently, curious the extent of the other woman's knowledge.
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Amarissa smiled broadly as her invitation was accepted the two women began to wander, looking at the beautiful carvings in stone and wood. As they came to mural commemorating Moses gathering the stone tablets, they paused and Gwyneth asked if Amarissa knew what the words said. While Amarissa had not had nearly the training her brother's received, she stopped and looked at the words a little while before nodding slowly as the words began to make sense.
"Yes" she said slowly. "I think" she admitted with a small laugh. "This one tells us to always remember the sacrifices of our ancestors." She traced the words gently with her fingers before moving to the second one. "This one" she paused and squinted. "This one reminds us to always follow our covenant with Yahweh. That we would be lost in the desert without Him" she noted, her voice fading off quietly.
She swallowed slightly and looked up at the great men who had led them to the promised land. With a small smile she moved on and slowed at the next mural, the walls of Jericho falling. A miracle. "Do you know this one?" she asked gently, curious the extent of the other woman's knowledge.
Amarissa smiled broadly as her invitation was accepted the two women began to wander, looking at the beautiful carvings in stone and wood. As they came to mural commemorating Moses gathering the stone tablets, they paused and Gwyneth asked if Amarissa knew what the words said. While Amarissa had not had nearly the training her brother's received, she stopped and looked at the words a little while before nodding slowly as the words began to make sense.
"Yes" she said slowly. "I think" she admitted with a small laugh. "This one tells us to always remember the sacrifices of our ancestors." She traced the words gently with her fingers before moving to the second one. "This one" she paused and squinted. "This one reminds us to always follow our covenant with Yahweh. That we would be lost in the desert without Him" she noted, her voice fading off quietly.
She swallowed slightly and looked up at the great men who had led them to the promised land. With a small smile she moved on and slowed at the next mural, the walls of Jericho falling. A miracle. "Do you know this one?" she asked gently, curious the extent of the other woman's knowledge.
It was a pleasant afternoon, and Amarissa proved to be a wonderful companion as they checked out the grounds, just two who wished to enter the sacred halls of the University, a simple wish that would perhaps take far too long to come to fruition for those of their gender. For Gwyneth however, she did not think too far, but merely listened to the spoken words of her companion as Amarissa commented on the words that seemed foreign to Gwyneth due to her lack of education as she grew up.
Her eyes followed Amarissa's fingers, and Gwyneth squinted a little to try and commit the words to memory, as if somehow by doing so, she would become more literate then the paltry level of knowledge for words she could manage now. Numbers Gwyneth excelled in, for their family needed that capability to be able to haggle and do business. Words however, were seen as unneccesary, and her parents never saw a reason why they needed to educate their daughters on the spoken word.
She nodded, agreeing with the words. Valence had always brought them up to be devout followers of Yahweh, and Gwyneth followed His teachings to a T.
Turning to study the one that Amarissa had pointed out, Gwyneth only spent a sparse few seconds staring at sqiggles of words that made little sense to her, before shaking her head with a wry smile directed at her companion. "I'm afraid I have not been taught in words and reading. Words hold little import to merchants at the market, I'm afraid."
A faint hint of a flush appeared on her cheeks, seemingly embarassed by her lack of knowledge, before Gwyneth quickly wiped it away and instead fixed a curious look upon it."What does it say?"
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It was a pleasant afternoon, and Amarissa proved to be a wonderful companion as they checked out the grounds, just two who wished to enter the sacred halls of the University, a simple wish that would perhaps take far too long to come to fruition for those of their gender. For Gwyneth however, she did not think too far, but merely listened to the spoken words of her companion as Amarissa commented on the words that seemed foreign to Gwyneth due to her lack of education as she grew up.
Her eyes followed Amarissa's fingers, and Gwyneth squinted a little to try and commit the words to memory, as if somehow by doing so, she would become more literate then the paltry level of knowledge for words she could manage now. Numbers Gwyneth excelled in, for their family needed that capability to be able to haggle and do business. Words however, were seen as unneccesary, and her parents never saw a reason why they needed to educate their daughters on the spoken word.
She nodded, agreeing with the words. Valence had always brought them up to be devout followers of Yahweh, and Gwyneth followed His teachings to a T.
Turning to study the one that Amarissa had pointed out, Gwyneth only spent a sparse few seconds staring at sqiggles of words that made little sense to her, before shaking her head with a wry smile directed at her companion. "I'm afraid I have not been taught in words and reading. Words hold little import to merchants at the market, I'm afraid."
A faint hint of a flush appeared on her cheeks, seemingly embarassed by her lack of knowledge, before Gwyneth quickly wiped it away and instead fixed a curious look upon it."What does it say?"
It was a pleasant afternoon, and Amarissa proved to be a wonderful companion as they checked out the grounds, just two who wished to enter the sacred halls of the University, a simple wish that would perhaps take far too long to come to fruition for those of their gender. For Gwyneth however, she did not think too far, but merely listened to the spoken words of her companion as Amarissa commented on the words that seemed foreign to Gwyneth due to her lack of education as she grew up.
Her eyes followed Amarissa's fingers, and Gwyneth squinted a little to try and commit the words to memory, as if somehow by doing so, she would become more literate then the paltry level of knowledge for words she could manage now. Numbers Gwyneth excelled in, for their family needed that capability to be able to haggle and do business. Words however, were seen as unneccesary, and her parents never saw a reason why they needed to educate their daughters on the spoken word.
She nodded, agreeing with the words. Valence had always brought them up to be devout followers of Yahweh, and Gwyneth followed His teachings to a T.
Turning to study the one that Amarissa had pointed out, Gwyneth only spent a sparse few seconds staring at sqiggles of words that made little sense to her, before shaking her head with a wry smile directed at her companion. "I'm afraid I have not been taught in words and reading. Words hold little import to merchants at the market, I'm afraid."
A faint hint of a flush appeared on her cheeks, seemingly embarassed by her lack of knowledge, before Gwyneth quickly wiped it away and instead fixed a curious look upon it."What does it say?"
Amarissa blushed slightly as the other woman admitted she did not know what the words meant. Of course. She should have known. It was not fair to put her new friend in such a position. "Not to worry, I should not have.." Amarissa's voice faded off before she smiled and moved to touch the mural gently.
"This one is of when Joshua led us from the depths of the desert. He was one of the first to see the wonders of Judea, but his elders were afraid. It was only after they had become dust and he and Caleb took their place as leaders that courage and faith returned to our people." Amarissa spoke from memory, not from reading but this was one of her favorite stories and her eyes were alight.
"Our ancestors marched around the walls of Jericho once a day for six days, carrying the great Ark before them. Then on the seventh day, they marched seven times around the great walls! The priests blew their trumpets and our people gave a great shout and the walls crumbled as if they were dust. Yahweh showed us that no matter the obstacle, it is not match for Him."
Amarissa blushed slightly at the excitement that had slipped out and dipping her head to hide the pink in her cheeks, slowly moved to the next one.
This one was much less triumphant and Amarissa's eyes saddened. "This one is the Battle of Ai" she said quietly. An important lesson was learned that day, but it was a painful one none the less. "A reminder to be obedient and not prideful" she said softly.
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Amarissa blushed slightly as the other woman admitted she did not know what the words meant. Of course. She should have known. It was not fair to put her new friend in such a position. "Not to worry, I should not have.." Amarissa's voice faded off before she smiled and moved to touch the mural gently.
"This one is of when Joshua led us from the depths of the desert. He was one of the first to see the wonders of Judea, but his elders were afraid. It was only after they had become dust and he and Caleb took their place as leaders that courage and faith returned to our people." Amarissa spoke from memory, not from reading but this was one of her favorite stories and her eyes were alight.
"Our ancestors marched around the walls of Jericho once a day for six days, carrying the great Ark before them. Then on the seventh day, they marched seven times around the great walls! The priests blew their trumpets and our people gave a great shout and the walls crumbled as if they were dust. Yahweh showed us that no matter the obstacle, it is not match for Him."
Amarissa blushed slightly at the excitement that had slipped out and dipping her head to hide the pink in her cheeks, slowly moved to the next one.
This one was much less triumphant and Amarissa's eyes saddened. "This one is the Battle of Ai" she said quietly. An important lesson was learned that day, but it was a painful one none the less. "A reminder to be obedient and not prideful" she said softly.
Amarissa blushed slightly as the other woman admitted she did not know what the words meant. Of course. She should have known. It was not fair to put her new friend in such a position. "Not to worry, I should not have.." Amarissa's voice faded off before she smiled and moved to touch the mural gently.
"This one is of when Joshua led us from the depths of the desert. He was one of the first to see the wonders of Judea, but his elders were afraid. It was only after they had become dust and he and Caleb took their place as leaders that courage and faith returned to our people." Amarissa spoke from memory, not from reading but this was one of her favorite stories and her eyes were alight.
"Our ancestors marched around the walls of Jericho once a day for six days, carrying the great Ark before them. Then on the seventh day, they marched seven times around the great walls! The priests blew their trumpets and our people gave a great shout and the walls crumbled as if they were dust. Yahweh showed us that no matter the obstacle, it is not match for Him."
Amarissa blushed slightly at the excitement that had slipped out and dipping her head to hide the pink in her cheeks, slowly moved to the next one.
This one was much less triumphant and Amarissa's eyes saddened. "This one is the Battle of Ai" she said quietly. An important lesson was learned that day, but it was a painful one none the less. "A reminder to be obedient and not prideful" she said softly.
She wished she could tell a stranger how much she loved the written word, even if the extent to which Gwyneth has been exposed to it was when someone decided to entertain a bunch of kids at the market by reading to them. The kids would gatehr round, eager to hear the latest tale brought to them - and by a corner, Gwyneth would stand, looking just as enchanted as a child seated in front of the story teller. Somehow, the images told in words formed vivid pictures in her head, so much so Gwyneth smiled as she listened, and felt the emotions to the bone.
Would it be different if she read the words herself? She had always wondered, and now listened with equal rapt attention as Amarissa told her of the story carved upon the walls of the university, the building that Gwyneth wanted to enter, yet at the same time whose existence mocked her birth status. Stories told history, lives of those who she's never met, yet whose lives play a part in shaping her very own life today as she knew it. It fascinated her, how facets of history made a story, and how history carved out the life of others who may or may not be necessarily related to her.
When Amarissa finished, Gwyneth's smile was delighted. The brunette clapped her hands lightly together, clearly pleased by the telling and moved along with Amarissa, eyes dancing with eagerness to hear the next. The Battle of Ai... did she hear that before? "Two attempts to conquer a city... was it this one?" she asked to clarify, faintly remembering hearing the story. If Gwyneth remembered correctly, many had been killed, which would explain Amarissa's foreboding soft reminder on the moral of the story.
The pregnant silence extended as the two girls let the lesson sink in, Gwyneth glanced up at the sky, and then sighed when she noticed the time, before taking a step back. "I'm afraid I'll have to take my leave, Amarissa. You are delightful company, but I'll have to return to my employ." she paused, and then looked over to the walls, before smiling back at Amarissa. "Thank you, for the lovely story. I'll always remebmer it." Gwyneth gave a shallow curtsy one more time, before turning on her heels to walk off.
No doubt when she returned, she'd have work to do, plates to scrub and meals to prepare... but now, she'd at least know that when she went to bed that night, she'll have a good dream to go to.
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She wished she could tell a stranger how much she loved the written word, even if the extent to which Gwyneth has been exposed to it was when someone decided to entertain a bunch of kids at the market by reading to them. The kids would gatehr round, eager to hear the latest tale brought to them - and by a corner, Gwyneth would stand, looking just as enchanted as a child seated in front of the story teller. Somehow, the images told in words formed vivid pictures in her head, so much so Gwyneth smiled as she listened, and felt the emotions to the bone.
Would it be different if she read the words herself? She had always wondered, and now listened with equal rapt attention as Amarissa told her of the story carved upon the walls of the university, the building that Gwyneth wanted to enter, yet at the same time whose existence mocked her birth status. Stories told history, lives of those who she's never met, yet whose lives play a part in shaping her very own life today as she knew it. It fascinated her, how facets of history made a story, and how history carved out the life of others who may or may not be necessarily related to her.
When Amarissa finished, Gwyneth's smile was delighted. The brunette clapped her hands lightly together, clearly pleased by the telling and moved along with Amarissa, eyes dancing with eagerness to hear the next. The Battle of Ai... did she hear that before? "Two attempts to conquer a city... was it this one?" she asked to clarify, faintly remembering hearing the story. If Gwyneth remembered correctly, many had been killed, which would explain Amarissa's foreboding soft reminder on the moral of the story.
The pregnant silence extended as the two girls let the lesson sink in, Gwyneth glanced up at the sky, and then sighed when she noticed the time, before taking a step back. "I'm afraid I'll have to take my leave, Amarissa. You are delightful company, but I'll have to return to my employ." she paused, and then looked over to the walls, before smiling back at Amarissa. "Thank you, for the lovely story. I'll always remebmer it." Gwyneth gave a shallow curtsy one more time, before turning on her heels to walk off.
No doubt when she returned, she'd have work to do, plates to scrub and meals to prepare... but now, she'd at least know that when she went to bed that night, she'll have a good dream to go to.
She wished she could tell a stranger how much she loved the written word, even if the extent to which Gwyneth has been exposed to it was when someone decided to entertain a bunch of kids at the market by reading to them. The kids would gatehr round, eager to hear the latest tale brought to them - and by a corner, Gwyneth would stand, looking just as enchanted as a child seated in front of the story teller. Somehow, the images told in words formed vivid pictures in her head, so much so Gwyneth smiled as she listened, and felt the emotions to the bone.
Would it be different if she read the words herself? She had always wondered, and now listened with equal rapt attention as Amarissa told her of the story carved upon the walls of the university, the building that Gwyneth wanted to enter, yet at the same time whose existence mocked her birth status. Stories told history, lives of those who she's never met, yet whose lives play a part in shaping her very own life today as she knew it. It fascinated her, how facets of history made a story, and how history carved out the life of others who may or may not be necessarily related to her.
When Amarissa finished, Gwyneth's smile was delighted. The brunette clapped her hands lightly together, clearly pleased by the telling and moved along with Amarissa, eyes dancing with eagerness to hear the next. The Battle of Ai... did she hear that before? "Two attempts to conquer a city... was it this one?" she asked to clarify, faintly remembering hearing the story. If Gwyneth remembered correctly, many had been killed, which would explain Amarissa's foreboding soft reminder on the moral of the story.
The pregnant silence extended as the two girls let the lesson sink in, Gwyneth glanced up at the sky, and then sighed when she noticed the time, before taking a step back. "I'm afraid I'll have to take my leave, Amarissa. You are delightful company, but I'll have to return to my employ." she paused, and then looked over to the walls, before smiling back at Amarissa. "Thank you, for the lovely story. I'll always remebmer it." Gwyneth gave a shallow curtsy one more time, before turning on her heels to walk off.
No doubt when she returned, she'd have work to do, plates to scrub and meals to prepare... but now, she'd at least know that when she went to bed that night, she'll have a good dream to go to.
Amarissa could not help the blush on her cheeks in response to the other woman's obvious delight. Amarissa had never considered herself much of a story teller compared to her brother Caleb and her father but perhaps a bit had rubbed off.
As the woman asked for clarification about the Battle of Ai, Amarissa nodded and confirmed what the woman had tentatively remembered.
They both seemed to stare at the mural for awhile, lost in thought. When Gwyneth noted that she should be going, Amarissa smiled understandingly and nodded. "Of course, I am sorry, I should have not kept you" When the woman noted how much she appreciated and even treasured the story, Amarissa blushed slightly once more at the compliment.
"Thank you for your company while I waited Gwyneth, it was lovely to meet you."
As the woman disappeared off into the streets and buildings the surrounded the temple, Amarissa watched her go for a little bit before turning back to the murals beside her. With a sigh she continued her loop around the structure, gazing up at the murals and reminding herself of the stories from long ago.
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Amarissa could not help the blush on her cheeks in response to the other woman's obvious delight. Amarissa had never considered herself much of a story teller compared to her brother Caleb and her father but perhaps a bit had rubbed off.
As the woman asked for clarification about the Battle of Ai, Amarissa nodded and confirmed what the woman had tentatively remembered.
They both seemed to stare at the mural for awhile, lost in thought. When Gwyneth noted that she should be going, Amarissa smiled understandingly and nodded. "Of course, I am sorry, I should have not kept you" When the woman noted how much she appreciated and even treasured the story, Amarissa blushed slightly once more at the compliment.
"Thank you for your company while I waited Gwyneth, it was lovely to meet you."
As the woman disappeared off into the streets and buildings the surrounded the temple, Amarissa watched her go for a little bit before turning back to the murals beside her. With a sigh she continued her loop around the structure, gazing up at the murals and reminding herself of the stories from long ago.
Amarissa could not help the blush on her cheeks in response to the other woman's obvious delight. Amarissa had never considered herself much of a story teller compared to her brother Caleb and her father but perhaps a bit had rubbed off.
As the woman asked for clarification about the Battle of Ai, Amarissa nodded and confirmed what the woman had tentatively remembered.
They both seemed to stare at the mural for awhile, lost in thought. When Gwyneth noted that she should be going, Amarissa smiled understandingly and nodded. "Of course, I am sorry, I should have not kept you" When the woman noted how much she appreciated and even treasured the story, Amarissa blushed slightly once more at the compliment.
"Thank you for your company while I waited Gwyneth, it was lovely to meet you."
As the woman disappeared off into the streets and buildings the surrounded the temple, Amarissa watched her go for a little bit before turning back to the murals beside her. With a sigh she continued her loop around the structure, gazing up at the murals and reminding herself of the stories from long ago.