( different pronunciations are common enough, with travellers and foreigners living among them, that gorgo doesn't react to it. the woman is trying, and that is enough assimilation to pass, to fit in. instead, gorgo is curious as to her unfamiliarity with the oil. do they not know olives where she is from? is she from so far away, a time and place where they don't grow? do they not import it from here as so many other places do that are in a shortage? one eyebrow goes up slightly, and she tips the amphora to pour a small portion of the oil onto the ground.
in her mind, she gives a prayer, so that the valuable foodstuff won't be wasted. the gods can have it. as a libation. )
It is olive oil. For food prepation and for bath. We wish you not to go hungry and to get comfortably clean.
( another nudge of the amphora now, take it, it means. )
I was named after the gorgon, Medusa, whose head Athena wears on her shield. Is that story familiar to you?
[She jumps back as the amphora tips, like she thinks the stuff that comes out might be poison.
Cooking? Cleaning? Most of the food she's ever eaten was either microwaved or stolen, and as for baths... A city fountain or sneaking into a public bath was good enough. She slowly steps forward again...]
... "Medusa"...? [She furrows her brows. She's a little better at pronouncing that, at least- Like she's got some previous familiarity with the word.]
Wait, yeah. That's the word that snake creep who kept turning people into statues kept saying before I blew them to hell.
... Is that oil supposed to turn things to stone or something?
( a smile. it isn't friendly, but it's not hostile or antagonizing either. proud, perhaps. deceptive. she always took pride in being named after the 'snake creep' that held such power, until she was cut down. but all must go the way of the underworld.
she wipes a few stray drops off the edge of the amphora and rubs it into the skin of her fingertips, showing her hand. that, at least, is a friendly gesture. she inclines her head. )
It will smoothen and soften your skin. It will flavour your food. It is a valuable gift from this land.
( her smile gains that recognizable sharpness once more, as if she is a little bit amused. without mockery, only ironic distance. to the girl in front of her. to the situation as it looks to her, a commentary from the gods. )
And since you are a valuable gift to this land, we trade equally.
[Ha. Smooth and soft? Yeah, like a weapon needs that. Her eyebrows lower, and she gives her best withering stare.]
Let's cut the shit. What do you actually want? If that oil's that valuable as you're making it sound, no way you're giving it as a 'gift'. You want something in return.
You're calling me a 'gift', but you mean a 'tool', don't you? So try being honest for a bit.
[She's getting frustrated. Angry. She tries to keep her anger bottled up, but she hates, more than anything else, being lied to. Being deceived. Even if it's not a 'lie', per se, she can tell Gorgo isn't being entirely honest. And that's raising her hackles.]
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in her mind, she gives a prayer, so that the valuable foodstuff won't be wasted. the gods can have it. as a libation. )
It is olive oil. For food prepation and for bath. We wish you not to go hungry and to get comfortably clean.
( another nudge of the amphora now, take it, it means. )
I was named after the gorgon, Medusa, whose head Athena wears on her shield. Is that story familiar to you?
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Cooking? Cleaning? Most of the food she's ever eaten was either microwaved or stolen, and as for baths... A city fountain or sneaking into a public bath was good enough. She slowly steps forward again...]
... "Medusa"...? [She furrows her brows. She's a little better at pronouncing that, at least- Like she's got some previous familiarity with the word.]
Wait, yeah. That's the word that snake creep who kept turning people into statues kept saying before I blew them to hell.
... Is that oil supposed to turn things to stone or something?
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she wipes a few stray drops off the edge of the amphora and rubs it into the skin of her fingertips, showing her hand. that, at least, is a friendly gesture. she inclines her head. )
It will smoothen and soften your skin. It will flavour your food. It is a valuable gift from this land.
( her smile gains that recognizable sharpness once more, as if she is a little bit amused. without mockery, only ironic distance. to the girl in front of her. to the situation as it looks to her, a commentary from the gods. )
And since you are a valuable gift to this land, we trade equally.
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Let's cut the shit. What do you actually want? If that oil's that valuable as you're making it sound, no way you're giving it as a 'gift'. You want something in return.
You're calling me a 'gift', but you mean a 'tool', don't you? So try being honest for a bit.
[She's getting frustrated. Angry. She tries to keep her anger bottled up, but she hates, more than anything else, being lied to. Being deceived. Even if it's not a 'lie', per se, she can tell Gorgo isn't being entirely honest. And that's raising her hackles.]