Safinia Laelia
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''If I must wed I must, but I'd hope a man likes his wife of opinionated''
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Another day, another suitor coming to call. Her father wouldn't rest until she was married off. But in Safinia's opinion. She personally thought maybe that she should be a little tired from it. Fighting it that was. Yes, some of the suitors that came to call upon her were a little....unconventional within her mind. But they all couldn't be. Safinia watched as those in the marketplace spoke about her but she also saw those women that strolled around and talked about happy they were within their marriages. It gave a little...purpose to Safinia. That maybe she shouldn't try so hard to be a stubborn and difficult woman. After all, she was a daughter of a senator and she was supposed to have this image that was still within society. But however, it also gave her an idea that she'd have to show who she really was as a person. After all, she was a woman of much wit and grace within her system. Plus, it was actually getting exhausting trying to be someone she was not. If she continued on the path she had indeed found herself, she would find herself on a path that could be a possible outcasting or worse. Her father choosing who she marries and she be miserable. (Of course that was also how her mother put it. ) Better to have a choice than nothing else.
Safinia finished the dressing process for the next suitor that was to be calling. Lucius Ovinius Camillus. That was the rumored name of course. But she knew that it could change as it could be a whole line of suitors she was to great. But to her surprise, her father had not arranged that just yet. But once she had finished dressing, she found her way to the sitting area as she sat and had a sip of the glass of water that one of their slaves had brought for them. She had an idea on how she was going to do this. Today, she would simply be herself. She would try to go into it with an open mind. Not that she hadn't done so with other suitors. But a couple of them, she bore no ill will towards and she only hoped the best for each of them. Although...she did feel bad for how she treated them. She'd have to make up for it but this was neither the time or place for it.
Safinia could swear within the distance, she could hear her father talking and of course greeting. Within that moment, Safinia found herself unprepared and almost spit out the water she was drinking. But within a second, she was able to compose herself before standing up and wiping the water from her mouth. She took a deep breath as she reminded herself to be natural. Normal. Even if she would have to cut and eye roll to her father every now and then. Another issue she would have to overlook. Her father thinking he knew best by speaking for her. But she had a voice and tongue. She would use said tongue to create delightful words as her father would thus find out.
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Safinia had finished sewing the edge of her latest gown that her mother had brought to her just a plain teal. Teal? Teal was hardly her color. A dark blue certainly. But she had told herself she would make do with the dress she had been given. She wasn't told what it was for until she finished the last stitching. The dress was tried on and an adornment was attached to her head. A headpiece so to speak. As her mother came to inspect, she had smiled upon her. That was when she knew something was upon the suspicious when her mother smiled at her. At late, she had been very much cross with her. Safinia understood her parents wished her to be arranged to a suitor but Safinia was not entirely hopeless. She had the cunning of her father, the beauty of her mother but also she being a woman of her own kind heart. So she was a little opinionated but what good roman lady was not? It would be beneficial to a good ear but she tried lately to not over do it.
But back to the matter on hand, her mother's smiles gave her great cause to pause as she looked to her mother. "Mother, you are smiling. Is there news?" She asked her mother as she stood up, letting one of the house slaves fix up her hair. Safinia turned to the lady helping her and thanked her. No news,my sweet daughter but you should look your best. We will have a guest dining with us in the evening. That's when Safinia's smile turned to a frown. The last time she had heard that spoken was another suitor coming to the house. Her mother looked to her and fixed her cheeks reminding her that her father was a senator and thus would have friends who were guests in their home. But Safinia knew her mother's twisting words. Titus Flavius Alexander was the name her mother spoke and with such high esteem that she should be kind and do well to be within her manners. Here it was again. The same battle that Safinia would thus face. But she did feel bad for the man. No doubt her mother and father would talk his ear off. Safinia however, was determined to however provide a bit more voice and thus probably save what would be a disastrous meal.
The meal was pleasant but not too bad but her mother's instant talking was enough to make her want to drown in wine. From time to time, she had glanced over at Titus, trying to figure his body language to a topic upon hand. He wasn't an very unattractive man. Handsome of course and she couldn't help but sneak a few glances. But more so to see how much in pain he was at a conversation her mother lulled him into. The poor man looked bored out of his mind. Then again, so was she. There was more a few times that she did try to speak up, try to chime in but more often than not, she was cut off by her father. Did he expect her to keep and be silent? The look of annoyance on her face was ever constant.
However, Titus offer of a walk around the garden was like he saved her from an utmost execution. Before her mother could cut her off. She nodded and spoke up. "Yes, I would love to. We've both been sitting to eat for a while. Fresh air will do us good." She looked to their housekeeper/ elderly slave who nodded and joined Safinia as she stood up. She gave a plesant smile as she motioned to the path and started to walk. She would then whisper. "My first apoligies to you for having to hear my mother's constant rantings. Though, I am impressed. You've lasted longer in a conversation with her than any other person."
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Safinia wasn't a woman who knew how to sew. She just knew a good lady or two who did. But the leaves upon her dress? That was her work. She liked to be able to have such the ability to customize something in order to have her own personality shown on display. The colors would be ones she would choose befitting her status and social class. The senator's daughter who was still unwed. But that was not her problem personally. She did try her best, she did. But it was something she thought would be delicately done. She would marry, yes and possibly to better herself but she'd rather have a man who respected her and not just for the arrangement. So maybe that was why she had thought to personalize her dresses in such a way. To show she was still her despite having a father who would stop it nothing in his mission to present her as sociable.
As she looked at the new fabrics however, she thought of being a little sneaky and snuck in a couple of dark fabrics. She had the coin for it, why not? The dress could be used as a form of a nightgown within her own private room. A place where she could keep to herself. It was proably the one place where she felt like she could be so. It was such an odd thing about the woman. To pretend in public every so often. But maybe that was why she was doing this, so she could be herself. Not the image that was painted of her. Safinia was a great and wonderful person and lady. She just need to come out of her shell. It was trying but it was what she hoped to do.
She turned her head when a gentleman's voice spoke to her. Safinia almost jumped in surprise but she smiled as she turned her head. "I don't think the fabric I hold in my hands would be." She replied but looked around the fabric shop,not to get away but for a recommendation. "But these may.." She walked over to a few fabrics that were majorly colors that a roman would wear out and about. "These might be just. You'll have to ask the shop owner, he should be around somewhere." She looked to the gentleman and saw his clothes were...well not by conventional roman means. "I hope you do not think this an odd question but...are you from Rome, good sir? Or perhaps you're new? In any case, while the shop owner takes his time, I could be happy to help you." She bowed her head. "My name is Safinia Laelia. It is best we are introduced. That way we are not strangers. Who may you be?"
@Atrice
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October 75 AD
It was her favorite time of the year. Going to shop for new fabrics. As the daughter of a senator, he tasked Safinia with making sure her apperance was up to par. But she knew the true reason for it. Safinia knew that her father would not stop until she was arranged and close to being married off. But his tactics were...less than tact. She had to apologize for the last time that had occurred and she knew it would not be the last time. But going out to the market did seem to get her out of the home in which they stayed. Safinia liked to coordinate the silks she bought with ones that would be perfect for the occasion or season that the city found itself in. Of course she did not make the dresses themselves. No, no. She seemed to trust the ladies that put it together. However. She did have this little trick that she liked to find thread in order to make patterns on her dresses. It makes them feel like they are something that she wears for her. That makes her feel..well, more like her. Not someone her father could parade around. In fact, it was something a little hurtful. But she would make do as she must.
But not without remaining true to herself. When dressing with the help of one of her servants, she found a pink dress with golden leaves around the top and bottom of the dress. When asked about it, one of the servants said it was a suggestion from her father. Of course. But she kept herself silent as she dressed, also allowing a matching pink hair adornment (or veil for her hair) to be in the back of her hair. Once obtaining the bag of coins that was gifted to her, she grabbed her small basket and one of her house female slaves were out of the house and began their walk. As they walked Safinia liked to talk to the lady with her about the seasons and suggestions from her observations. She always had the greatest helps for the silks she would purchase and she hoped today would be no different either. As they entered the market, the familiar shouts of the merchants were coming through. From fruits to figs to the usual gold, the marketplace was alive as ever. It was a pleasant sound to her ears.
Sometimes she bought a little bit of fruit for her to eat upon her return back. But as she passed by the section with the fabrics, she stopped in midstep as she looked through each of them with wondering eyes as she reached out to touch the fabric but as she looked she felt like some eyes were upon her, but she was so transfixed she couldn't even bear to notice it for right now. It was in fact her simple getaway.
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She shut her eyes as she made it sound like she was offended for her father. Safiana never liked to the fact that when she apoligized, she apologized to the fact that her father was insulted. If that made a small amount of sense. But she felt like things were not going well. That she came across as a brat of a daughter. She wasn’t. If she had meant to be, she was working upon that. “You do not need to apologize.” She spoke earnestly. “Many of us were at fault. But we can move past it now. Better to not focus on the past and more so focus on the future.” It was the same method how she calmed arguments when at social gatherings her father liked to hold.
He did say she could ask anything. But what was clever about her question was that she never stated it was about her. Although it could be considered that way. She would not lie and say she was not opinionated. Oh she was. Very much so. But Safinia wanted to know what to watch out for. He was certainly not the first man her father would try to get to know in order to make a marriage alliance. Her question was certainly not for an consideration purpose. She wasn’t even sure if he would agree to it. Especially in the way it was arranged.
But alas, with his words, she seemed to understand that she was caught within her questioning. He was smart. That she very much knew. However, the stubborn deep within her made her bite her lip and wonder exactly what in the name of the gods he meant. She curved her opinions as well as the next roman woman. But she calmed when she heard his next words.”I completely understand.” She replied. “I only ask as I know several others have suggested opinionated women are no good. Now the question was more of a curiosity and I never said it was about me. Why nothing of the kind.”
@Atrice
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Safinia realized she proably didn’t need to defend her father as he could speak for himself. But however, this was not a time for that. She nodded in kindness to him. “Not offended me at all. If anything, the offense is towards my father for….making such a choice.” She replied. She wanted to hope that he would not see their family as one that could not be trusted. On the contrary, her father was a good senator and he did well for his politics but when it came to things he could take to heart, it was still a work in progress. He was so desperate to have her married but she didn’t think he would go through this far.
If she could go into another persons mind and try to nitpick and figure what she came across as. It was something she could look upon. It would also give her insight what she could work on. “Defensive is not something I like to come across as. As my father’s daughter, I more let my words defend themselves. But I can understand how it could come across that way.” Safinia did want to come across to the fact she got even more defensive. She could be quite the conversationist. But she came across more as kind. Maybe with some brains as well. A little bit unusual for the roman woman. But could be quite refreshing.
Safinia took a sip of her drink trying to think of what question she would ask. That could be one in a legion full of questions. “I guess it is more an obvious question.” She was lying. It was to throw him off before she would ask the next question. It was one she found that every suitor was threatened by her about it. “How do you feel about a woman being opinionated when the opportunity calls for it? Say if it was to help your stances with people or help influence. Not speaking of me, before it comes to question.” It was a slight fib. Yes, it was about her but she was not about to reveal that.
@Atrice
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Safinia would have to speak to her father on his tactics. But the man seemed to grow desperate in trying to find her a match. While she was not sure if this was indeed a suitor who would want to join in the race, she thought perhaps it could be a good chance to gain an alliance. You never know when you would need one. But what unnerved her is that her father seemed to lure the other man into a false sense of conversation. It wasn’t a good tactic. She worried for her father. Perhaps it would show he could not be trusted. Which is further from the truth. Her father could be trusted…he just made poor choices sometimes.
Now her own reaction could have been painted in a better light. It’s not that she didn’t want a husband. Of course she did. But she would have preferred if it was through a proper ceremony or motive. A letter to her first would have been suitable as well. But she wasn’t surprised that her father would pull this. But with her words it was hopefully to dig her father out of the hole that he put themselves into. Or the one he dragged her into. Safinia thought she could either use the this conversation to drag her father down or lift him higher. Depending how it would all go.
She could sense the matter behind his words. “Surely, you don’t think I’m as much of a deceiver as my father. I am hurt by the fact. You wound me. My father is a good man is just…” She paused,trying to think of words. “He does have his own mistakes sometimes.” But she was surprised thusly by the compliment. “When I am allowed to speak thusly and express it, I am yes. I am my father’s daughter. Though I can understand you think I would possibly betray…I have more character. “ She felt like she was thanking him but also was stemming into her kind of defending herself. “Apoligies. I thank you for the compliment. I do not mean to sound defensive.”
Safinia nodded towards the seating and said “Sitting would be best, yes.” She then began to take in and digest. How did her father come into contact with this man? But this provided an interesting question. It was the first potential suitor that had a daughter or that was slightly older than her. While she would say she would like a younger suitor, she cared more for mind and personality. (Except for the older older in age. But she highly doubted he was in that age range.) “Well. You do prove such questions. In truth, I am not all sure. You so far seem to be the smartest of all of the potential suitors I have met such far. But I am not sure quite of my answer yet. I have only just met yourself. ”
@Atrice
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To be honest, Safinia could use a few friends to converse with and give her advice. While she did try to make her own choices, she had her family speaking within her ear. Her mother asking her to ask this way and her father giving stern remarks. So having someone to speak to her besides her slave was always welcome. Plus she knew the lower class woman must be annoyed with her and she didn’t wish it to be. But. She tried.
Safinia nodded and two women began to walk. She could hear the familiar sounds of the market and the merchants calling out begging to buy their wares. The market stalls were local but the largest one is proably where she would find the materials she needed for a new dress after all. The ‘best’ according to her father. No doubt to pawn her at the next suitor. But Safinia also regarded it as a dress for the next gatherine where she could show her intellect. One that she was rather proud of. But indeed she knew it would possibly get her into trouble one of these days.
She laughed softly at the lady’s question. “I am still ever in the match for a husband and I’m afraid the field had slimmed.” She replied in honesty. Well, it was part truth. Safinia had slimmed the field more so because she got picky and ‘tried’ to scare the suitors off. “Okay so I may have slimmed it. I know I should pick one. But is it so much to ask for a husband that I could find pleasing upon the eyes and within the mind? My father is good as a senator, bless him, but he lacks in happiness for me. “ She sighed sadly as she looked to see more ladies they passed. They giggled. “I think it’s becoming a problem that I don’t know how to stop. Or even figure out how to fix.”
@Atrice
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Safinia was sure to the fact this could all be just a mistake. She could have also startled the other women by her words. She did regret it. She didn't want to be known for a girl who was a shark. Sure, the rumor was true she did try to scare off her suitors. But only those she felt were not worthy. But she would have to be careful of that. She didn't want to become the lady who had no friends. But it was more so a common knowledge thing to look where one was sitting. But it was an innocent mistake. She nodded kindly to the apologizing woman. "It's quite alright, my apoligies..." She managed to say but the woman already had left. Oh well. She hoped that the lady heard the apology from her. One little correction about herself at a time.
"It looks perfectly in tact. Though I think it was just a misunderstanding." Safinia replied as she looked to her own garments about her person making sure everything was in place. She looked to her slave who had already looked upon the fabrics of the market near them. Safinia knew that would be her first stop. This particular slave was a good and kind lady. She knew her colors and fabrics so she tended to value the opinion of her. "Don't let my slave frighten you. She wouldn't harm a fly. Not that I'm aware of..." She shook her head and laughed softly as her slave companion joined them.
Safinia didn't wince at the fact her name was said wrong. Common thing really. "Safinia. But it's a common mistake. It's the placement of the letters. But yes, I am she." She just hoped the first words were going to be about the usual gossip about her. She was looking to shed the image, not add more. But thankfully no words would come. She nodded at the invitation, motioning for the lady to stand next to her. "Of course. I could use some company and someone's ear to speak to. You could also save yourself from unwanted grabbings. I am just out in the market for some fabrics. You are welcome to give opinion as well."
@Atrice
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She nodded her head to Tertius in a kind matter. "Quite likewise. Assuredly so. " She wasn't going to be rude, even with the everliving suspicion within the back of her mind. She had only met a few of the fellow senators during the gatherings that her father and mother threw. So she could recall each one of them by name but the praetor she has not met before. Well, that was half true. All of the senators were at the more so gossiped and talked about. But yet never met the man in person. Perhaps he ignored her father's invitations. If so, he had won her compliments. She adored her father she did but every manner he took was to elevate himself..even if he would sacrifice her to do it. It was a game he was playing. A game more so at the expense of her. Well. If he wished to do so, she could very much as well play his own game. If need be.
The moment she entered the room before, she had taken her eyes to glance upon the praetor. She would not deny the fact that he was indeed a handsome man. Lucky for any women. She heard how he was married once before. Widowed. But he had not sought a wife? Surely her father would not bring her to him. He was indeed much older than her. But one could barely tell. Plus he did have a son and heir. She supposed it would not be too much of a bad match. But then again, she had been left disappointed by others before. But then again, the standards for herself she had left upon so high. She could see the look upon her father's face. That was no unusual look. It was his...prideful look. Safinia knew that something would run afoul. He wouldn't dare subject her to a dining alone? What father would he make himself be? She assumed that when he excused himself it was to check on the wine. But she should have known better.
The moment her father stepped out and with Tertius's words, that's when she knew. She shut her eyes and sighed. She muttered. "Damn you, father. Damn you by the gods." Once again he was overreaching his ability. Not being very subtle about it. That is what surprised her the most. "He left us to speak to one another on the hopes you would be a potential suitor for me. Not surprising. But my father is more of a host than this. " She wasn't going to comment on the fact that he was second guessing in a manner of how smart she was. "I half suspected it of him. Though I am quite surprised he was not subtle about it." She looked to one of the slaves who handed her a goblet pouring wine for her. She took the goblet in hand, sipping from it. "You commented if this present situation is something we both want. I have no problems against you. You're braver and probably more smarter than the past suitors who have come at my father's invitation. I commend you for it. Even if my father has weaved his words." She smiled politely to him. "I hope you do not think I am a deceiver like my father. I am far better company, I assure you."
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Maybe this suitor will be a lucky one
Started by Safinia Laelia ·
Another day, another suitor coming to call. Her father wouldn't rest until she was married off. But in Safinia's opinion. She personally thought maybe that she should be a little tired from it. Fighting it that was. Yes, some of the suitors that came to call upon her were a little....unconventional within her mind. But they all couldn't be. Safinia watched as those in the marketplace spoke about her but she also saw those women that strolled around and talked about happy they were within their marriages. It gave a little...purpose to Safinia. That maybe she shouldn't try so hard to be a stubborn and difficult woman. After all, she was a daughter of a senator and she was supposed to have this image that was still within society. But however, it also gave her an idea that she'd have to show who she really was as a person. After all, she was a woman of much wit and grace within her system. Plus, it was actually getting exhausting trying to be someone she was not. If she continued on the path she had indeed found herself, she would find herself on a path that could be a possible outcasting or worse. Her father choosing who she marries and she be miserable. (Of course that was also how her mother put it. ) Better to have a choice than nothing else.
Safinia finished the dressing process for the next suitor that was to be calling. Lucius Ovinius Camillus. That was the rumored name of course. But she knew that it could change as it could be a whole line of suitors she was to great. But to her surprise, her father had not arranged that just yet. But once she had finished dressing, she found her way to the sitting area as she sat and had a sip of the glass of water that one of their slaves had brought for them. She had an idea on how she was going to do this. Today, she would simply be herself. She would try to go into it with an open mind. Not that she hadn't done so with other suitors. But a couple of them, she bore no ill will towards and she only hoped the best for each of them. Although...she did feel bad for how she treated them. She'd have to make up for it but this was neither the time or place for it.
Safinia could swear within the distance, she could hear her father talking and of course greeting. Within that moment, Safinia found herself unprepared and almost spit out the water she was drinking. But within a second, she was able to compose herself before standing up and wiping the water from her mouth. She took a deep breath as she reminded herself to be natural. Normal. Even if she would have to cut and eye roll to her father every now and then. Another issue she would have to overlook. Her father thinking he knew best by speaking for her. But she had a voice and tongue. She would use said tongue to create delightful words as her father would thus find out.
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AUGUST 76 | dinner at his domus | what better title than a song about trying to move on with a new relationship?
When Lucius Safinius Regillus had approached him about sitting down to dine together, Titus was fully aware of the outcome that the man was desiring. For Titus to spend the evening charmed and conversing with the man's only daughter. It was the same as every father that approached him after Caesennia's death. Always the same. Known named, connected to the most powerful family in all of the Empire, along with having that family's adoration. Never realizing that he had loved Caesennia, deeply loved her. Never realizing how much damage her death had caused him. Nor the hollowed ache that lived in his chest for so long. Nor how long it took for him to actually feel human emotions again, and not just fake them for the sake of his sons and daughter. But he did it anyways. He sat through each meal, listened to the idle chatter of the family that he had either visited or invited into his home.
Just like tonight.
August's heat hung onto the city like a smothering film, the light from the latterns to light the dinning area didn't help the situation. He had successfully drowned out the excessive chatter from the mother, and occassionally muttered in either agreement or disagreement to Lucius whenever the subject of conversation turned to matters of state and their senatorial duties. A dull ache coming to his left temple as he picked at what was left of his food before finally bringing his eyes to study the young woman that had came with her parents. She wasn't unattractive by any means. A typical Rome beauty, dark hair that was styled fashionably, light eyes that was compariable to the sky on a clear day. An appearance that would be an added bonus if they found themselves well matched in personality.
He supposed he should get to know the girl, without her parents influences.
"Would you like to take a stroll around the garden?" He asked her after making his assessment of her physical traits, glancing over the elder female slave that acted as housekeeper to follow them if she did, so she could act as chaperon.
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Among the Markets, New Interest?
Started by Safinia Laelia ·
October 75 AD
It was her favorite time of the year. Going to shop for new fabrics. As the daughter of a senator, he tasked Safinia with making sure her apperance was up to par. But she knew the true reason for it. Safinia knew that her father would not stop until she was arranged and close to being married off. But his tactics were...less than tact. She had to apologize for the last time that had occurred and she knew it would not be the last time. But going out to the market did seem to get her out of the home in which they stayed. Safinia liked to coordinate the silks she bought with ones that would be perfect for the occasion or season that the city found itself in. Of course she did not make the dresses themselves. No, no. She seemed to trust the ladies that put it together. However. She did have this little trick that she liked to find thread in order to make patterns on her dresses. It makes them feel like they are something that she wears for her. That makes her feel..well, more like her. Not someone her father could parade around. In fact, it was something a little hurtful. But she would make do as she must.
But not without remaining true to herself. When dressing with the help of one of her servants, she found a pink dress with golden leaves around the top and bottom of the dress. When asked about it, one of the servants said it was a suggestion from her father. Of course. But she kept herself silent as she dressed, also allowing a matching pink hair adornment (or veil for her hair) to be in the back of her hair. Once obtaining the bag of coins that was gifted to her, she grabbed her small basket and one of her house female slaves were out of the house and began their walk. As they walked Safinia liked to talk to the lady with her about the seasons and suggestions from her observations. She always had the greatest helps for the silks she would purchase and she hoped today would be no different either. As they entered the market, the familiar shouts of the merchants were coming through. From fruits to figs to the usual gold, the marketplace was alive as ever. It was a pleasant sound to her ears.
Sometimes she bought a little bit of fruit for her to eat upon her return back. But as she passed by the section with the fabrics, she stopped in midstep as she looked through each of them with wondering eyes as she reached out to touch the fabric but as she looked she felt like some eyes were upon her, but she was so transfixed she couldn't even bear to notice it for right now. It was in fact her simple getaway.
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Dining With Potential
Started by Emy ·
Safinia let the slaves fuss over her as well as her mother. It was only for a dinner with the family. No need to fuss over her. Or she had believed. Well the good thing for tonight was that she was wearing a new dress that was light green with simple in its designs with white sleeves to match it. Safinia did like the material and it was much better than the utter chaos and tragedy that was pink. A good color to be certain. But it was just simply not her color. She was willing to try and apologize to her father for her behavior. While she did believe in her behavior,she also believed in making peace for it was too drastic. It was something she had to do.
As she made her way to wear the dining was, she spoke to herself practicing to what she was to say to her father. It was a simple one but it would be for the peace. She wasn’t about to change her ways unless she thought it would save her life. But maybe this way her father won’t parade her in a square like a livestock looking for a farmer. No it was the other way around. But regardless. She had to. Plus her mother would constantly lecture her.
As the young lady made her way into the dining area,she saw her father was waiting for her with....Praetor Tertius. This was indeed a shock. But not surprising as seeing as he was not the only of the senate to visit. Her father put down his goblet and walked over to her. “Ahh there you come come.” He ushered his daughter over and introduced her. Safinia was only a little bit confused as she looked to her father who cleared his throat. She bowed her head,speaking of the honor. Her father then excused himself out of the room leaving only the slaves in prescence. “It is a honor to receive you in our home..” She spoke. “But if I may pry to ask,why now? No disrespect to you good sir but you’re not one of the senate to visit my father. Again,no insult meant”
@Atrice
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Safinia Laelia
Started by Emy ·
Safinia Laelia
19 | 18 April 56 | Noble | Lady | Heterosexual | Original | Katie McGrath
Personality.
Safinia Laelia comes from the daughter of an senatore within the senate for a father and for her mother, a daughter of a former senator herself. However, no one could predict how their daughter would be. From an young age, Safinia was shown to be a quiet and almost demire lady and one that her father could hope to find a suitor for. However, as Safinia grew, she grew to have a mind of her own and with that came from the highest mind. (Well, not that high. She isn't that high of a mind. ) But the highest of the mind for herself. She is very opinionated when it comes to the suitors that comes about to meet her to her family. She tries to hold herself to a good standard. That a woman of noble mind can be on the same mind length as her future husband. But with this comes with her stubbornness. It's scared off most brave men. So much so that Safinia uses such to advantage. (This is something that her father looks to end as he grows tiresome of her behavior. She is close to an age of an scandalous woman who is unwed.) She also has this ability to pick up on someone's mannerisms and find something to soothe them and calm a situation. She is not a complete shrew. No matter WHAT her father speaks within his gossip.
However, there is the side of her that is more often the sweeter side. Safinia,while not trying to fight off her suitors, is very kind and hospitable when she wants to be. She doesn't listen easily to influence. However, she does have an ear for gossip. One weakness to her personality however is that she can be often too sensitive to material about herself. She often is angry first then listen to responses later. She also have a tendency to try and fib to get herself out of going to an event. However, her mother often reminds her to be timid and reminds her that some point she will need to have a husband for a place within this world. Safinia does try as she does have a standard to hold as a daughter of a senator. But however, it does not mean she will be submissive and obedient. With every Roman man, surely there is another great woman to twist a knife in. (Figuratively or not. )
Appearance
Safinia was blessed with the brains of her wise senatorial father but the beauty as well and name of her mother. Not the beauty of a goddess but she is brought about in subjects with her family and of those who pass by her. She has light green eyes that are often described as hazel. But those who have seen her eyes notice they lighten in the light or sometimes when she glares, her eyes darken. It is the eyes of a woman who is not to be taken lightly. Her skin is fairly light. Like the color of the finest new column within a building. But it is not too white as she has had a balanced intake of food. This is per her mother so that she looked compatible for other suitors. Her hips are the like of a common virgin, wide but wide enough for future child bearing with her breast area is firm and round. The lady’s lips are full but not very plump. The pink color often vibrates and is brighter when the right amount of lip powder is used. Lastly, the most beautiful feature on Safinia is her beautiful long raven black hair. Her hair goes down to her mid back. It is mostly up when out in public or covered with a hair piece. But even then, it is mostly shown with curls by the side. However, there is some times when Safinia herself will be rebellious and keep her hair uncovered and down. (Despite the objections of her family. ) Safinia has also a birthmark that looks like a small heart shape upon her shoulder. It is a birthmark passed along from the women. (Her mother has it and then her mother had it,etc.)
Family
Father: Lucius Safinius Regillus
Mother: Laelia Balba
Siblings: Marcus Theophilus Safinius (Adoptive brother)
Spouse: N/A. (Family is currently looking for marriages for her. They are desperately so)
Children: N/A
Extended family: N/A
Other: N/A
History
Born on April 18th in the year 56, Safinia Laelia was born a beautiful spring time. The name comes from her mother's own name and the female name of one of her father's own names. However, for her birth, a different outcome was to be expected and hoped for as it was a first child to the senator and his wife. It had been expected that she was naturally to be a male by birth. However, fates dealt them a hand none can expect. A girl and daughter. Regillus hoped for a son but he was not disappointed with a daughter either way. As he figured that a daughter could provide for great potential allies for his family along the road. After all, it was how he gained the hand and marriage of his current wife and mother of his child. Safinia was raised in a household where her father would go to the senate and her mother would make sure she ha everything that she would need to know. How to be a proper lady, the art of conversation. Things a woman would need in order to run her household. However, if her daughter was good, often times Laelia would tell her daughter of some poetry and writings her mother would speak to her as a girl. Regillus did know of it and scolded that a child and woman would not need these details as they grew older. However, Laelia knew her daughter. She was becoming as smart as her father but as beautiful as her mother each day. She would certainly not be wrong. However, the senator would not allow his family line to not have an heir. That was why when he heard of a fellow senator who was wifeless and dying. Wishing his friend's son to have a better life, he would make the process to have the boy adopted and he be apart of their family. He was older than his own daughter which would be in the rights for him to be an heir.
Despite overshadowed by her adopted brother, Safinia as a child would grow within her grace and beauty within on her own.. She would grow to have a fondness for poetry while also have the taste for finer things. Like all little girls, she loves a piece of a fabric and new dresses. However, at a young age, she would often notice the many parties that was held within their household, from such an age, she would understand it would be for alliances. Even when out to the market with her mother, she noticed it all around. It would be something that Safinia would be reminded of as she grew within her small teenage years. It would be around that time that she would grow more into her maturity. She would grow into a beautiful woman that was very much the visage of her mother from years past. But her eyes. They would show the harsh and the seriousness of her father.
Safinia would become more active in attending the political parties her mother and father would throw. She would become well known by the many who attend that Safinia would get between the arguments and stop them with insights she had heard. Her father had been pleased with his daughter and what he thought as advanced maturity. However, the senator foresaw that his daughter might become too opinionated for herself. Too...well, too much educated to be considered a true nobleman's future wife. That was why when he saw her maturity, he felt a need to speak to it any man who would be looking for a wife. Safinia knew her father would try to get her a marriage for alliances but once she heard it was because she dared to speak with her mind and heart, she almost flew into a rage. But however, she thought to gain a little leverage. If her father wished her to marry, so she would. But she would have to be very careful how she saw her suitors.
So in her determination, she was very much her self but with a little bit of stubbornness and bitterness thrown in to scare off her suitors. This is so Safinia may of course go about her ways and entertain her friends and such but make her match on her own. But while all the while, making sure she is still has a manner of a senator's daughter, she promises her father she will change and become better. But she has his brains and his wit. She knows how to carry a conversation. She also knows that she cannot tempt the fates too much. After all, this was a city where many alliances could be made or broken if you tempted the fates. She was simply trying to educate them along.
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The Gods are Listening
Started by Atrice ·
Early June, 75 AD
Of course she knew she needed to find a new husband - or at least try. That was a woman’s role and lot in Rome. Grow up, get married, get kids… if you lose your husband, get another or your family will dislike you. She didn’t want to be disliked. And she did want to find a man who would marry her, for how else was Gaius to have a proper father to raise him? Her brother did well, of course, but he had a wife and kids of his own too and Gaius was just a nephew and not his own child. She needed a man of her own. But she also needed Lucia. She hoped her future husband would accept her. Pinaria could not imagine marrying and never embrace Lucia again, like she had done it the past year. She wanted it all. And somehow, she’d have it.
That’s why she had gone to the temple today – to pray and make a sacrifice, so that a good man of honor and bravery would somehow be hers. After all, as long as she was married, she was a good wife and mother. She did not spend time alone with other men and certainly, if she did, they never touched. Not that she didn’t know Gaius had not been as good as her at that; and he didn’t even hide it, but she didn’t blame him. She didn’t love him, but they were friendly with each other. And they were wife and husband and a wife did not sleep around. She had to make sure her kids were also his kids.
But now that he was gone, surely there was no problem with bedding someone else and especially not when the other person was a woman, who could not make her with child. It was alright, in her opinion. She hoped the gods would agree.
Quietly she left the temple and found a marble bench nearby to sit on and ponder, while looking up at the beautiful structure in front of her. She knew the gods had their own strange ways and that humans were probably nothing else than toys to them. She had lost so many people in her lifetime. People she cared about or should have cared about. She never even knew her mother! She hoped that she would not lose Lucia and that the next person she came to care about, would not disappear on her either.
She barely noticed that someone else joined her on the bench, until she moved to stand and her palla was stuck underneath the other person. It was somehow ripped off her and she stood with just her chiton on and a very surprised look on her face, "Excuse me!" She said, clearly upset, while reaching for her palla to get it back and put it on. This was very inappropriate!
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