“I’m not sure I’m very good at being discrete.”
Thalia knew herself, and Clio knew her sister. She was friendly and attractive, and did not have to do much to draw attention even when he was not trying. She was definitely the more popular of the two of them; Clio tended to get lost in her own thoughts, and put on a thinking face that made most interested parties retreat.
“Really? Sacred fountains, hm… do you think they’re still sacred? Can they cure the sick… or are they sacred in another way? I wonder why they are not sacred anymore. Where did the... sacredness go, if they are not sacred anymore?... I can’t imagine Rome without the aqueducts. They’re everywhere!”
Clio chuckled at her sister's questions. Thalia was generally patient with her historian ambitions, but not terribly interested, unless a topic came up on occasion that somehow caught her fancy.
"The first one was built almost four hundred years ago." she noted, almost without thinking "By Appius Claudius Caecus. And no, I don't think they are still sacred, otherwise people would not be swimming in them for fun. But, to an extent, every water is sacred, of course." she nodded at the wreath they were carrying. Fontinalia was all about celebrating the fountains of Rome, after all. And celebrating they did; as they got closer to the Piscina, someone called out in Greek, and splashed some water their way.
Fontinalia was one of the holidays Septima Minor enjoyed. She was devoted to the gods of Rome, as well as the gods that now belonged to Rome from Egypt, but that did not mean she was comfortable with all the rites and celebrations that went with them. She enjoyed her peace and quiet, and tended to get nervous in large crowds - and Rome, even on a good day, was the definition of a large crowd. Sometimes, devotion and excitement carried her on, while other times she felt like never leaving the house (Lupercalia was one of those times).
Fontinalia was a good one.
The would have been out at the Piscina hours ago, if it had not been for Thalia trying to look her very best. As if she had to try. While the two sisters looked very much alike (except for the eyes), Thalia didn't really have to try to look good; she was effortlessly stunning in a way Septima Minor never quite grasped. Today, she was content with a buttercup-colored dress and a matching palla that she let her sister pick out for her for the festivities. Her hair was pinned up in a simple way, decorated with an abundance of flowers. Septima Minor liked flowers. They were fascinating.
“Oh I hope someone else didn’t already decorate the fountain we decided on. It’s going to look so pretty, isn’t it?”
"Very" she smiled at her sister over the abundance of colors and scents that the garland represented. It was beautiful work from flowers freshly picked.
“I wonder if there’s going to be music too. And maybe someone set up a shop that sells food and drinks? We could stay a little while. Oh, do you think anyone’ swimming in the pools today? That would be interesting.”
"You mean men?" Clio ventured with a chuckle. She knew her excitable sister all too well. "I bet they will be. Don't let them catch you looking, though." There were already a lot of people around the Piscina. Some fountains were already decorated with flowers and garlands, and people seemed to have the same cheerful anticipation as the twins. "You know, these used to be the sacred fountains of Rome before the first aqueducts were built..."
15 | 21 May 59CE | Equite | None | Heterosexual | Wanted | Vanessa Morgan
Septima Minor is a kind and friendly soul with an abundance of patience. She is a lot more introverted than her sister, with a quiet curiosity and a keen sense of observation. This does not mean that she doesn't enjoy company or have friends - she just never pushes herself into the center of attention. She enjoys reading, learning, and organizing and cataloging things she finds interesting, such as books, plants, and curiosities. She has a scholar's mind, or so her grandfather calls it. She writes things to her own entertainment, but secretly hopes to write books one day, even if she has to hide her true identity to do so. It would be her only act of rebellion. Apart from her scholarly interests, she also enjoys the company of her cats, which now number half a dozen around the household. Her favorite is a short-eared Egyptian tabby cat named Nefertari. Cats are not the only thing tying Septima Minor to Egypt: She is a devout follower of the goddess Isis.
The only thing that sets Septima Minor apart from her sister is the color of her eyes: Hers are green, while Septima Major's are blue. She has a slight build and brown skin with tones of gold. Her hair is dark brown but grows lighter from sunlight in the summer; she likes to wear it down, or casually pinned up to keep it out of her eyes, but she is not a fan of elaborate hair pieces. She enjoys rare jewelry, more for interest than for value, and flowing dresses of different colors. She doesn't paint her face unless she has to, but enjoys watching her sister to do so; seen next to each other, this is mostly what sets the two Septimas apart. Septima Minor has a shy smile and a quiet laugh, except when she carries a conversation about her favorite topics and forgets herself. In those cases she can get quite animated.
Father: Gaius Septimus Tunisius (deceased)
Mother: Petronia Aquililla (deceased)
Siblings: Septima Major (twin)
Grandfather: Gaius Petronius Aquilius, 70 (he’s like a father to her)
Grandmother: Aurelia Paulina (deceased)
Aunts and other extended family:
Petronia Aquila, 36 and her children:
Gaius Petronius Aquilius Urianus, 15 years old, cousin but more like a brother Uriana Petronia, 10, like a sister, cousin but more like a sister
Petronia Aquila Minor, 34
Petronia Scribonilla, 33
Petronia Aquiliana, 27
Septima Minor was born as the second child of a set of twins, preceded (by mere minutes) my her sister Septima Major, whom she considers her elder sister in every sense of the word. When the twins were two years old, their parents were killed in the civil war, and the girls were spirited away to the household of their grandfather, who raised them with love and care. Septima doesn't remember these events, or her parents, but she carries some deep seated anxiety that she doesn't know how to explain.
When the girls were four years old, the family mover to Rome - aunts, grandparents, the whole household. The two Septimas grew up there, spending a lot of time together, and with their cousin Gaius, who was the closest to them in age from the whole family. Over the years, he became a true brother to them, often mistaken to their sibling or even third twin.
While Septima Major had a close relationship with their grandmother, Septima Minor was always more fond of her grandfather, Gaius Petronius Aquilius. She shares his interest in people, stories, history, and the world around them. She also has an interest in the wonders of nature, and a patient mind that organizes and catalogues things. The passing of her grandmother shook her, but not as deeply as it did her sister, so Septima Minor supported Spetima Major through the painful goodbye the best she could. Since then, she has been keeping company to her grandfather more often as well, sharing moments with him to cheer him up, accompanying him on his walks. She has no daydreams or prospects of marriage yet; the whole thing seems a little strange to her, and she is in no hurry to enter the life of a Roman matron just yet.
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