Wow man I really didn’t get a hang of Zeynel and Ayse’s faces then. (It gets better in time…)
Didn’t change much here. Again, only the dialogue. Made Zeynel speak more nervously in the first panel, and more romantically in the last; which feels true to how I understand his character nowadays.
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Zeynel closes the door, and…
Allows his entire body to crumble in relief. Freedom, at last. Despite all of his years in the business, he still cannot get over his stage fright. Now he can relax, and relish in his reward: a brand new flock of ten of the finest sheep, plus lamb.
A voice – strong, feminine, confident – pulls his mind away from post-sales recovery. “So, the sheikh likes you?”
The voice belongs to a woman, slightly older than he is. She is broad and matronly, with a round face and dark, heavy-lidded eyes set below a brow that bridges over her flat nose. Her thick brown hair turning grey is kept in a low ponytail. She is a powerful and regal presence, a fire that is unashamed of burning bright. She is Ayse, founder of this workshop, fellow carpet merchant, and Zeynel’s beloved wife.
Perking up immediately, Zeynel walks towards Ayse. She looks pleased with the sheep meandering about in their courtyard. She asks him, “What did you sell this time?”
With a proud expression over his face, a little lamb in arm, he exclaims in reply, “One of your aunt’s big carpets!”
She is surprised. “Yallah, habibi! You outdid yourself, again?!”
Zeynel chuckles. They walk across the courtyard and through their workshop together herding the sheep along, past the weaver women spinning wool into thread, engaged in gossip and banter. Zeynel and Ayse are like a pair of portraits, each only making sense with the other, and making sense in this warm and homely workshop.
Allows his entire body to crumble in relief. Freedom, at last. Despite all of his years in the business, he still cannot get over his stage fright. Now he can relax, and relish in his reward: a brand new flock of ten of the finest sheep, plus lamb.
A voice – strong, feminine, confident – pulls his mind away from post-sales recovery. “So, the sheikh likes you?”
The voice belongs to a woman, slightly older than he is. She is broad and matronly, with a round face and dark, heavy-lidded eyes set below a brow that bridges over her flat nose. Her thick brown hair turning grey is kept in a low ponytail. She is a powerful and regal presence, a fire that is unashamed of burning bright. She is Ayse, founder of this workshop, fellow carpet merchant, and Zeynel’s beloved wife.
Perking up immediately, Zeynel walks towards Ayse. She looks pleased with the sheep meandering about in their courtyard. She asks him, “What did you sell this time?”
With a proud expression over his face, a little lamb in arm, he exclaims in reply, “One of your aunt’s big carpets!”
She is surprised. “Yallah, habibi! You outdid yourself, again?!”
Zeynel chuckles. They walk across the courtyard and through their workshop together herding the sheep along, past the weaver women spinning wool into thread, engaged in gossip and banter. Zeynel and Ayse are like a pair of portraits, each only making sense with the other, and making sense in this warm and homely workshop.
What is meant by “you oversold, again”
my googling tells me that oversell would mean int his context that the sheikh payed very little. But that doesn’t make sense, because if she’s asking if the sheikh likes him, wouldn’t that imply that he was given a lot of sheep?
idk, i’m easily confused at the best of times and the human i usually ask for help with this kind of thing is cooking at the moment 😛
Hi Wolf,
Thanks so much for your comment! When I initially wrote it I meant that he managed to secure a larger deal on the carpet than its market price. Anyway I updated the text to be more clear!