"At such short notice, yes," she replied when he asked if it was the best excuse she could come up with. "Give me a quarter break to consider it and I'll do better, I'm sure." Snippy, panic stricken and amused all in one she handed him his tea back with a wry grin. "If I want to mop the floors, why can't I? I don't want to study anywhere with messy floors. I've got much more experience at cleaning than teaching." She sighed slightly and sat down, trying to stop herself from going completely overboard in terms of panic.
"And I could totally fake my own death if I wanted to," she grumbled into her cup good naturedly. Looking up at him, something crossed his mind, she could tell. Something that he was thinking but wasn't going to say. Nothing bad, she thought, nothing negative just something. He was a strange man, there was no doubting it, but he'd say it or he wouldn't and pushing would get her nowhere even if it was her inclination which it certainly wasn't. He was thinking something through, no doubting it. Ironically, the idea of her taking his name didn't even cross her mind and so she genuinely had no clue what his wonderings were about.
She could apply for a family name, which presumably was one which she'd chosen herself? It was one of those times where her experience and his differed so widely that it must look almost strange and it took her a few moments of thinking about it for it to really sink in as a possibility at all. "I suppose I could," she replied with a cautious tone. He had a very different attitude to the whole name situation, because he had such a different experience. Looking down at her hands for a moment she wondered if she could and she came to a realisation. "But I'm not going to. I have no name. It was taken the moment I was handed over." It could have sounded self pitying, except her tone was far from that and when she looked up at him, she had a hint of defiance in her eyes.
"This slave has no name." If it seemed strange to say it with a smile, she didn't notice."I said it a thousand thousand times. It took me a long time to refer to myself as I or me. To have one name that Jamal gave me because it was easier for him. That's mine now, though, it's who I am." She shrugged slightly and looked at the piece of parchment with the classess listed on there and she nodded her head. "I have no second name. I'm not going to make one up, I'm going to own the truth of me." With a nervous grin she added. "And I guess my students will just have to live with it." But yes, she agreed, it was a good thing that the teaching requirement had quite a time yet before either of them had to worry about it. Although they both knew that the simple fact was ~ they both would.
It seemed like they were both going to be busy for the next however long and Faith just wanted to make sure that he was happy with their previous plans. "Are you still happy to go to Faldrass? I am, but I'm also happy if you want to put it off till later. Up to you." As she said that, though, she added with a grin, "but I definitely won't be making any bathing costumes, either way."
"And I could totally fake my own death if I wanted to," she grumbled into her cup good naturedly. Looking up at him, something crossed his mind, she could tell. Something that he was thinking but wasn't going to say. Nothing bad, she thought, nothing negative just something. He was a strange man, there was no doubting it, but he'd say it or he wouldn't and pushing would get her nowhere even if it was her inclination which it certainly wasn't. He was thinking something through, no doubting it. Ironically, the idea of her taking his name didn't even cross her mind and so she genuinely had no clue what his wonderings were about.
She could apply for a family name, which presumably was one which she'd chosen herself? It was one of those times where her experience and his differed so widely that it must look almost strange and it took her a few moments of thinking about it for it to really sink in as a possibility at all. "I suppose I could," she replied with a cautious tone. He had a very different attitude to the whole name situation, because he had such a different experience. Looking down at her hands for a moment she wondered if she could and she came to a realisation. "But I'm not going to. I have no name. It was taken the moment I was handed over." It could have sounded self pitying, except her tone was far from that and when she looked up at him, she had a hint of defiance in her eyes.
"This slave has no name." If it seemed strange to say it with a smile, she didn't notice."I said it a thousand thousand times. It took me a long time to refer to myself as I or me. To have one name that Jamal gave me because it was easier for him. That's mine now, though, it's who I am." She shrugged slightly and looked at the piece of parchment with the classess listed on there and she nodded her head. "I have no second name. I'm not going to make one up, I'm going to own the truth of me." With a nervous grin she added. "And I guess my students will just have to live with it." But yes, she agreed, it was a good thing that the teaching requirement had quite a time yet before either of them had to worry about it. Although they both knew that the simple fact was ~ they both would.
It seemed like they were both going to be busy for the next however long and Faith just wanted to make sure that he was happy with their previous plans. "Are you still happy to go to Faldrass? I am, but I'm also happy if you want to put it off till later. Up to you." As she said that, though, she added with a grin, "but I definitely won't be making any bathing costumes, either way."
