Orb's Year 902
Orb's Year 903
Time enough for that, Amar thought, dismissing the idea of his children toiling in the shop while he enjoyed a retirement.
"Do you like your meals prepared? And your dishes cleaned?" she'd demanded. "I am not a pack mule you can work to death!"
Baji and Barika had exchanged looks and hurried away to get ready for school.
Orb's Year 904
But, oh, how she longed for freedom! And to be romanced! She often day-dreamed of being swept off her feet by a smooth-talking pirate who would carry her away on his ship and lavish her with gifts and treasures.
Oh, she knew it was foolish. But, didn't she deserve a little foolishness now and again?
The final straw was the morning illness that she'd developed recently. Oh, she knew what it meant, but wanted to stay in denial a little longer.
She felt her pulse quicken. He certainly looked like a pirate with his long, swept back hair and his impressively tailored garments.
When he'd flirted with her, she had thrown caution to the wind and told him that he was a scandolous pirate!
Alana gasped and turned around, realizing how very close she had been to discovery. "Yes! All finished! I was just... admiring the shop! You've done very well, Amar," she said as she patted his shoulder and hurried to the kitchen. "Come, join us for dinner," she called, not wanting him to stay in the shop a moment longer for fear that her pirate would return.
Her pirate, she thought, touching her fingers to her lips again.