Chapter Seven
The air cooled as it blazed around. Several shop owners busied about attending to their customers. Chatter ran among them as they fussed over items and customers wanting to purchase. Zena held a large basket under her arm as she walked by. The air sweetened around herself as she glanced in the direction to see Syma weaving once more. A plate of Greek food sweets sat on the table. She walked over to her and took a bit then savored the taste.
Syma turned around and smirked as she saw her, “Zena…”
Zena waved to the older woman, “how are you?”
“I am well…” Syma continued to weave, “I thought I wouldn’t see you again.”
Zena shook her head as she glanced around the market as it made her feel at home like how she was on Thasos and in Athens, “I came.”
Syma sighed as she contin
