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Asima didn't respond, but dutifully moved around the room, checking the stones as well. |
There was something strange about the eye of the white dove, it caught the torchlight differently as they searched. Upon closer inspection, the very center of the eye was soft sand instead of stone.
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Asima tilted her head and frowned, before kneeling above the eye and pushing her hand into the sand, feeling around a bit. |
Hidden beneath the surface of the sand was surely the white dove itself! It was beautifully crafted and made of pure ivory.
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Asima cradled the item carefully, staring at it. She, however, was unable to admire the craftmenship, seeing it only as something that took her closer to having to fight Malum. After a moment, she held it out to Lakar. "I know you have a lot to do...and I hate to ask...but while I'm in Arabia, will you examine this and try to find out a bit more? Maybe it's exact purpose." |
"Of course" Lakar accepted it gracefully, "I will continue my research, it's at the top of my list."
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"Thank you." Asima muttered. Malum seemed to come when she slept...Maybe Asima could take and nap and see him once more... "I'm going to go lay down for a bit. I have a lot to think about...Lakar," Asima hesitated, "Don't...don't tell Nemiah about this just yet, okay?" |
The old man nodded, "alright, rest up." he turned to leave the place.
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Asima followed, trudging up the stairs. Malum had to of known. Maybe not the details, but that she would have to fight him or Solum. Had she been manipulated? Had he encouraged her feelings, while seeming like he hadn't, to make it harder for her to fight? So she would be easier to kill? Once in her room, the princess dug through a drunk until she found the tiny bottle. Inside was a mixture that encouraged sleep, though she hadn't had to use it for a while. She drank the concotion, climbing into her bed and letting her eyes shut. It was a short time later that she was asleep. |
((I don't really know what else to make her dream XD))
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(That's cool....) Asime woke up several hours later, disappointment flooding throughout her body. She balled her fists and punched various pillows, alternating screaming and sobbing. After a bit, the princess stood and moved to her mirror, staring at her reflection, noting her puffy eyes, and dark circles. Had she truly thought she could mean something to him? What a fool she was... Asima turned away and packed a few items, toying with an idea. If she asked Nemiah to let her choose a new slave to take, and asked him to free a few others, would he? Only one was to know... She left her room, knocking on her brother's door, though unsure if he was there. |
Nemiah actually came to the door to open it this time, he smiled upon seeing his sister there, "Hey, what's going on?"
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Asima forced a smile to her face, though it felt more like she was wincing. "Hey, I wanted to ask if I could get a new slave to come with me to Arabia...a-and I was wondering if you would free a few...um, please?" |
Nemiah gave her a curious look, "Free a few? What's this new interest in slaves Asima?" he questioned
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"Nothing...it's just who I have in mind doesn't like me very much, though I'm sure she would be an amazing help..." The princess admitted, "But, maybe if I told her her family would be freed, she would be willing to come..." |
Nemiah raised a curious brow, "She's a slave, she wouldn't really have much choice in the matter. But all the same, you have my permission to do what you need to with them. anything else?"
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Asima nodded her thanks and hesitated. After a moment, she shook her head, hugging Nemiah tightly. "I love you, brother. I'll go and try to find her now...it is getting dark. And..I wouldn't feel comfortable ordering her to do anything now...Thank you." |
The pharaoh smiled, "That's alright, you do whatever you need to."
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"Thank you!" Asima called out again, before darting to the stables. The slaves should be back by now... Her horse was readied quickly, and Asima made her way to the quarters she'd stayed at with Solum. Awkward, and very aware of her clothes, Asima knocked on Mary and Jonathan's hut. Hopefully, they would tell her where Sarah was...and hopefully Sarah would be willing to help. |
Jonathan answered the door and smiled upon seeing her, "Hey! Look who's back!" he exclaimed, giving her a big hug as greeting, "Mary, she's back!"
"oooohhh!!!" Mary came rushing to the door to give Asima a hug as well, "Little darling, you're just in time for supper you skinny little thing-come in, come in!" |
Guilt ran through Asima while hugging Mary. "Thank you Mary but please no food...I was actually asking about Sarah. Do you know how I could find her?"
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"Sarah? Oh I think she's still with her brother" Mary replied, "We all keep trying to get her to go, but she keep sayin 'never again!' well, don't suppose I can blame the poor dear. All the same, they should be just down the way there" the older woman pointed and then smiled at Asima, "Are you sure I can't tempt ya with anything to put some meat on yer bones?"
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Asima smiled and shook her head, contemplating. "Mary...How would you and Jonathan like to be free?"
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The couple glanced at each other, then looked at Asima curiously, "What do you mean dear?" Mary asked.
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The princess shifted uncomfortablly, before guesturing to her clothes. "Umm, a lot of people seem to notice already, I am Princess Asima. I spoke with my brother, the Pharaoh, and have been given permission to free who I chose today. You and Jonathan treated me so kindly, though you had so little. I would like to free you..." |
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