09-14-2020, 06:58 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-14-2020, 07:03 AM by Nesah Meijer.)
Nesah walked in silence. She got bored with the Abbey pretty soon. She had been here before. But she was bored in every other part of town as well, and this way she was at least ruining someone else's day and it was not her brother or their maid for a change. And so she walked around, staring at the ground in front of her and lost in own stream of consciousness.
But when she looked up, she jumped a little. Oh God. He was coming over. Nesah looked around. She was all alone. She began walking away, firmly, but not running. She did not want to give him the impression that she was running away from her. He might give chase. What had she been thinking, coming here alone? How she hated being a woman. Hadn't she told herself it would be her undoing?
He was a tall man, and had already been quite close when she had noticed him approaching, and so he had soon caught up with her. Nesah turned. Adonai save her, he was tall indeed, and looked strong. She stepped back and looked at him with her chin up, as if daring him to come closer - and also kind of praying he wouldn't. When he spoke... she frowned.
"What?"
She was not a native speaker, and accents were difficult. She never understood what the fisherfolk in town were saying (not that she cared; she walked away fast when they addressed her, probably to ask for money).
But she had caught the word 'drink' and looked at the canteen. "No... no. I'm fine." She too had a strong accent, but it sounded... German? Certainly not British.
But when she looked up, she jumped a little. Oh God. He was coming over. Nesah looked around. She was all alone. She began walking away, firmly, but not running. She did not want to give him the impression that she was running away from her. He might give chase. What had she been thinking, coming here alone? How she hated being a woman. Hadn't she told herself it would be her undoing?
He was a tall man, and had already been quite close when she had noticed him approaching, and so he had soon caught up with her. Nesah turned. Adonai save her, he was tall indeed, and looked strong. She stepped back and looked at him with her chin up, as if daring him to come closer - and also kind of praying he wouldn't. When he spoke... she frowned.
"What?"
She was not a native speaker, and accents were difficult. She never understood what the fisherfolk in town were saying (not that she cared; she walked away fast when they addressed her, probably to ask for money).
But she had caught the word 'drink' and looked at the canteen. "No... no. I'm fine." She too had a strong accent, but it sounded... German? Certainly not British.