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Silk and Steel

Happy Friday! I hope your weekend is a gentle and cosy one ๐Ÿ™‚ Here is the next instalment of Silk and Steel… ๐Ÿ™‚

Zariya Myshkin managed to keep smiling, managed to keep her hands from shaking, managed to keep any hint of fear from her countenance, until she had delivered the fresh round of drinks and retreated to the safety of the Cross Keys’ kitchen.

Then she buried her face in her hands and silently wept.

She didn’t regret her actions.

Spyro Mendicci had saved her family from the workhouse when her husband had been killed in an accident at the skydocks. He had secured her the waitressing job here at The Keys in a matter of hours, and gave regular work to her five children โ€“ small unimportant things; carrying messages and the like, things he paid handsomely for but could no doubt easily accomplish himselfโ€ฆ and he often sent them home with a brace of crows or a basket of mushrooms t’bootโ€ฆ

But then that was the sort of man he was. An unassuming, everyday sort of hero. Always putting himself out for others, always standing up for those in need.

And now he was in need. She had seen The Doctor slip something into his drink at the bar – and everyone knew exactly what The Doctor was like. If Mendicci had got on his bad sideโ€ฆ

Well, but Zariya had done the right thing; she had saved him. And now she only hoped that she had made it seem enough of an accident not to draw the volatile dusk djin’s wrath in the process.

He had not seemed vexed, but she knew the fact meant nothing where that one was concerned.

There were enough rumours of the cold and monstrous murders he had committed and would never stand trial for.

There was recent talk of him smiling pleasantly as he reached across the table and cut out that half-demon’s heart just a few days ago!

The thought of it brought a wave of cold clarity fuelled by adrenaline.
She must get home at once. She must get the children and go. Somewhere safe. Out of the city.

She had a few coins saved against a rainy day โ€“ no idea if it would be enough for a skyship ticket to anywhere, but she was a good cook, and the children were hard workers, perhapsโ€ฆ

Her mind continued to race as she hung up her apron, fastened her bonnet and shawlโ€ฆ she checked the landlord wasn’t looking as she slipped out of the back door and into the alleyway.

Crows chittered and chattered as they peered down at her from the rooftops with their hungry eyes.

Her cloth-bound boots, stuffed with straw, slid and stumbled on the cobbles as she hastened her pace towards the kadasa.

If the children were not on an errand, they would be lined up on the curb outside the antiques shop.

Zariya prayed to any gods still listening that they would be there.

2 responses

  1. I thought that spill last week was awefully convenient.

    I am afraid she may regret having helped him, though. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

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    October 2, 2020 at 11:54 am

  2. Oh, how I love Zariya’s loyalty to Spyro…how I hope that she doesn’t pay dearly for it.๐Ÿ˜Ÿ

    There were two lines so evocative, I had to pause to relish them for the sheer lusciousness of your wordsmithery. ๐Ÿฅฐ

    ‘๐˜พ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™จ ๐™˜๐™๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™˜๐™๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™–๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™š๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ ๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™›๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ค๐™›๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ž๐™ง ๐™๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐™š๐™ฎ๐™š๐™จ…’

    ‘๐™๐™๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ค๐™ช๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™ง๐™ค๐™ช๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ ๐™– ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ก๐™™ ๐™˜๐™ก๐™–๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ฎ ๐™›๐™ช๐™š๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™™ ๐™—๐™ฎ ๐™–๐™™๐™ง๐™š๐™ฃ๐™–๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™š.’

    โค๏ธMagnificent.โค๏ธ

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    October 9, 2020 at 7:01 am

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