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She was right, of course. They would all be here when he came back, if he spent a couple more years in the provinces. Well, some disaster not withstanding. He stifled a moment of annoyance when Ovinia said that Viria would be away with her friends as usual. "She'll be in for a shock when you wed then." He said, rather unkindly. As Gaius Minor's wife, she should be helping Ovinia to run the household in their mother's stead. And whilst Viria seemed nice enough and clearly was a good wife to Gaius Minor, if she was leaving Ovinia to handle all the work that was a mark against her on Lucius's slate. But the little, nasty thought occurred; Gaius Minor was so like Gaius Major, was a little time away a relief? As much as time at their villa might be for their mother? Not that Lucius would ever say a word against their hard working father; but he might think it. It was a little disconcerting to hear that most of the young women Ovinia's age were married. Partly for her sake, and partly for his. "I guess that's what happens."He said mildly. "Which doesn't bode well for me, unless I want a very young wife. Father's been fielding Augustus's tax for me for the last three years whilst I've been abroad, but I just know that he's going to put the hard word on whilst I'm in Rome."Any man over 25 or woman over 20 who was unwed paid a tax. Ovinia would incur it next year, which was perhaps why their father had finally bitten the blade and lined up some suitors. Of course, they would have to be the very finest men, both because his sister was the very finest woman, and because their father would accept nothing less. "What happened to that Vipsanius Roscius fellow?" He asked, pausing for a moment to search his memory whilst he finished his bread and cheese. What was his name again? Oh yes, of course. "Gaius! How could I forget?" The same as their father and brother. He was a good match, a little older but form what Lucius had heard he'd been focused on his career. He was pater familias and with a good marriage and the heir Ovinia could no doubt give him, he'd come fully into his own. She could be very comfortable with a man like him. So we can all expect to be shipped into shape relatively soon. "I suspect so." He agreed, mock-grimly, reaching for the olives. "So if you know any nice young women who aren't scheming minxes, ugly gorgons or the village pony, let me know?"He grinned. It wasn't a subject that he'd really given serious thought to yet, but he knew he'd have to before too long. And he trusted Ovinia to have a good handle on her peers. But she had thoughts on his career, and very perspicacious ones at that. "See? I knew you were smart." He smiled at her fondly. If he hadn't been lying down with a handful of olives, he'd have ruffled her hair like he used to do when they were children. And given the effort that had gone into it, she'd probably kill him. But the idea really was a good one. "I'd sort of assumed that father would expect me to go for one of the Imperial or Consul's quaestors." He said, popping two olives into his mouth. "But you're absolutely right, there are provincial ones, and any quaestorship would satisfy the cursus..." Which could mean that he'd get the political position and get out of their father's domus again, at least for another year. The thought of being able to escape to the country with a young wife was very appealing indeed. Whoever married Ovinia would get a great ally, she could run a household and was already scheming. @Sara

The slave who had greeted him at the door disappeared further into the building before returning and gesturing for Spurius to follow him. The twins remained outside with his litter, whilst Spurius himself made his limping way through the building in the slave's wake. Already he noted a few changes; a leak in the roof seemed to have been repaired and he was certain that some of the furniture in the atrium had been replaced. That boded well. He was interested to see what kind of man, and brothel master, this new owner was. At first glance the man seemed well dressed and presented, save for the lack of a shave which could only be deliberate at that length. Certainly not the scruffy fellow the last one had been, but a little older than Spurius himself. "Salve. Lucius Armenius Valerius, I presume." He greeted the fellow with a slight bow. "Spurius Antius, called 'Claudus', at your service." He said with a smile, though no doubt the man was expecting him. He couldn't imagine Ione not conveying the request for a meeting. "I thought that we might talk business, if you're willing."He began simply, so the other didn't think he was wasting his time. "I'm a slave trader and had some limited dealings with your predecessor, but I also supply other establishments, including the Domus Venus." Meaning that he had good quality slaves to sell, if the right customer had the money and inclination to buy. @Atrice

It was no test. Varinia didn't play such games, having been subject to them at times herself. The question was an honest one, and once she had Jannus's answer she bought two of them, hot and sweet with honey, handing the second to him with a smile. "I love these cakes." She admitted, as she took a bite. "Mmm." They were such a simple pleasure, but having gone without for so long, Varinia was resolved to enjoy the simple pleasures in life. These included hot cakes, looking after her son and ordering necessary things for their domus, which were also a bit nice. Enjoyment didn't have to be extravagant. "When I was a slave in Publius's house, I used to save up and buy one very occasionally, as a treat." And now she could have them whenever she wanted. It was an unimagined luxury. But she didn't buy them all the time, that would make them a staple instead of a treat, and would take the fun out of it. Licking the honey off her fingers, Varinia continued through the markets, assuming that Jannus would follow. They had to wend their way through the crowds, but that was part of the fun as well. People from all walks of life mingled in the markets, and as long as one kept a hand on one's pouch, it was fun to brush shoulders with everyone from slaves to possible Patricians. She also enjoyed looking at the vast array of wonderful wares for sale, even though she made her purchases carefully and frugally. She'd promised Teutus that she would not go overboard, but if anything it was more of a promise to herself. Savour what they had, it was the key to her newfound happiness. And she would also see that the others had what they needed. She would make Teutus a new tunica first, but he was only the beginning. "How are your clothes Jannus? Do they fit?" She asked, glancing at him. She hadn't spotted any holes but that didn't mean they were comfortable. @Insignia

Honestly, sir, I was only saying it in jest. Of course. Slavers would say anything if they thought it might make you buy. Perhaps he should look somewhere more upmarket. It was only that this particular fellow had stood out from the others, but clearly... wait, he really had bitten someone's face off? Lucius wasn't certain whether to be impressed or appalled. Perhaps both. As the slaver pointed out, the fact that the man was still alive said something for his fighting prowess, but Lucius wanted someone who would put Ovinia in less danger, not more. His gave had already been rudely direct, but suddenly the slave was on his feet, speaking to Lucius without being spoken to. Badly trained indeed. Why do you look so much? Can she not protect herself? The slaver apologised frantically and hauled on the man's chain, forcing him back down, whilst expounding on the 'curious' nature of the Britannic barbarians and offering him an even lower price. Clearly he was keen to shift this fellow, and no wonder. And Lucius knew that he should have walked away, should have discarded any idea of purchasing such a rude, potentially dangerous and badly spoken barbarian, but something the man said caught his curiosity. "I look because you are different, I haven't seen these tattoos before."And that was the simple truth. He was different, and therefor intriguing. "And to answer your question, no, she can't protect herself. Women do not fight." At least not in the civilised world. Did they then, where he came from? The insidious little thought crept into his mind that, if Ovinia had been able to fight, she might not have been so badly injured. But if he tried to teach her, their father would disown him. The slaver was clearly no font of truth, so Lucius addressed the slave directly. "We are a good and proud family. We could give you a good home and a purpose, but you would need to be quiet and well behaved, and protect my sister with your life." Did he need to say that any such failure could well result in the forfeit of the slave's own? @Faustus

Well we’ll have to make sure it’s the best of the best we throw here, then. No scandals… at least I hope there won’t be. "No scandels." Tiberius echoed, with emphasis on the words. Not that there hadn't been previous members of the Imperial families who'd decided that they could do what - and whom - they liked, but he did not intend to live that way. He was Titus's studious, straight laced and slightly boring adopted brother, and that suited him fine. Still, he trusted that he and Marcus could find a middle ground somewhere. After all, he had asked Marcus to take him to a party, having one here might be even better. And he did have a particular event in mind, though it would be a rather more exclusive gathering. But Marcus already seemed keen to rise to the challenge. They crossed the Atrium and turned into the first floor of the Western Wing, which felt more secluded to Tiberius, though of course there were slaves present, as always. But the rooms available were nicely appointed, with a view out over the gardens. Guest rooms or family rooms, but Marcus could have his choice of them. "I appreciate that, Marcus." Tiberius replied, as his friend assured him that he'd be happy to help. He took a deep breath. He wasn't often awkward but making the decision and asking for help to make it happen were two different things. "I'm sure you recall our conversation, between the baths and the taberna, some months ago. About girls and experience." He glanced at Marcus, to be sure that his friend was following him, though he was pretty sure he wouldn't need to be more specific. "Well, I think that it's time that something was done about that." He might be a late bloomer but he was definitely blooming and one young lady in particular had helped that interest in women develop. He still remembered the flowers woven into her dark hair. "You mentioned the Domus Venus. I was thinking that we could hire a couple of ladies for a night." One for each of them, since he knew Marcus liked ladies and it didn't seem fair just to get one for himself. It would never have occurred to him to share, and frankly given that this was going to be new territory, he wasn't planning on performing for an audience. "Is there anyone in particular you would recommend?" Tiberius assumed that Marcus knew the Venus girls, since he spoke of them. @Atrice

Tiberius hadn't forgotten - how could he forget that night? - but his life was busy and full of commitments, as Horatia Justinia had found when trying to align their calendars so that he could join the family dinner. But he had not forgotten! It was a month before a gap opened up that he felt he could secure, but once it did he sent a messenger to the domus of Gaius Horatius Justinius, asking that she meet him in the Gardens of Sullust, as promised. He wanted to see her, very much so, but he also held her cousin's subtle warning in the back of his mind. She was right, of course. Ruining Sosia's reputation was the worst possible thing that he could do, and for a young woman for whom he wanted only the best. He resolved that he would share her friendship, and be glad of it. As an Imperial, Tiberius never went anywhere without an entourage, and sure enough, like a comet passing through the skies, he entered the gardens with a tail of slaves and a Praetorian guard trailing behind him. They were of course accustomed to his walking conversations with his peers and occasional petitioners, and would not draw close unless needed. But all was proper, and Tiberius knew that was how it should be. How it would be. After all, she was only here in Rome because her father was looking to see her wed, and it would be years before Tiberius sought his own bride. He wanted only the best for her, which meant the best marriage, which meant not interfering in any way. And then he saw her. Standing by the gates against the darker greens of the winter garden, she was like a rare bloom in her pale blue and yellow, a glimpse of summer. Or perhaps a nymph gracing this quiet spot, with her crown of leaves, distracted by a lone rare bloom. His heart lifted, she had come. He had feared that she might not, once sense had surely visited with the morning light, as it had him. He regretted nothing - longed for more - save the possibility of harm to her. But here she was. He smiled, warm and welcoming. "Sosia, it is good to see you." He said simply. @Atrice

Tiberius did trust Lucius, for two reasons. Firstly he'd been given no reason not to, and secondly he felt a kindred spirit with the other young man, they both understood the importance and value of the lower classes, and the duty of care of the Patricians. And he would continue to do so, unless that trust was broken. That didn't mean that he didn't guard himself of course, or his garden gates. Lucius could present himself at the rear door of the Villa Sullusti, but there would always be at least a slave there. And it seemed that Lucius understood him, or at least his reasons, which was reassuring to hear. He did see his move into the Villa as an opportunity; a chance to find out who he was and how exactly he could serve the Empire. And he wouldn't be alone; as he told Lucius, Marcus would be with him too, and was another avenue to the Imperial's ear. As long as he is not in charge of the guest list... That caught Tiberius's interest. "Oh? It sounds like there's a story there..." He cast the other youth a keen glance. @Chevi

Lucius Armenius Valerius. He would commit the name to memory. A potential business contact, and Ione's new dominus. Ione promised to convey his message, that Spurius would meet the man two days hence. If Fortuna favoured him, it would be an interesting opportunity. And unless the new master was the same as the old, it would likely cause some upheaval as well. He kneaded the protesting muscle in his leg thoughtlessly as he considered the possibilities, having done it a thousand times before, then realised that Ione was watching him, that faint frown visible again. Almost he snapped at her, irritated by the automatic thought that she somehow judged him for being maimed. After all, so many others did. But then she spoke, without being asked, and it wasn't what he'd expected. Is there something I can do?" He wasn't alright, that much he deemed pretty obvious, so he didn't bother to answer that question. "It's an old injury from my time in the Legions." He said simply, because it was easier to explain it curtly than to have her wondering. And somehow just getting that out there felt like he could justify his bitterness about it, maimed in service to the Empire. Except that the extent of his bitterness about it might seem out of place, to those who didn't understand the full ramifications. And he took care to keep it that way. A hot bath helped, which was why he'd had a bath installed in his otherwise comfortable but not ostentatious domus; his little luxury. The other thing that helped was a good massage, but that meant going to the public baths and baring the injury to strangers, and after all that had happened he was still almost irrationally self-conscious about it. For an otherwise practical and sensible man, he dealt with the problem by not dealing with it. "Are you any good at massage?" He asked simply, not imagining that the whores of the Elysium would get much in the way of training. Then again, they probably wouldn't need it. He didn't bother with prostitutes, not since his last session with one years ago, but if she could give his leg a good massage, it might even be worth paying for a bit more of her time. @Sara

Did Varinia ask what the right woman would be like for him, because she might be the one? Yes she did. The love-struck teenager was still there somewhere, beneath the mature woman, and she needed answers. So yes, Varinia was, carefully and delicately, sounding Tertius out. It wasn't that she really expected him to want to renew their relationship, but that old hope needed an answer before she could move on. It wouldn't be simple, even if they did want it. Confarreatio was forbidden between their classes; the cohabitation of usus was probably simplest, perhaps even simpler than the contubernium he had now with Charis. Most likely any relationship they might have would be considered concubinatus, which covered a whole range of otherwise undesirable or unallowed partnerings, but did not make any children automatically legitimate. Yes, she listened when his father discussed law with Tertius and his brothers. Marriage law was important. But for anything to work, Tertius would have to want it too. Above all she wanted a working relationship with him, for their son, and she would do nothing to jeopardise that. So when Tertius said that first she would have to find someone to marry, and then changed the subject, she knew she had her answer. It felt, in a way, like a great, heavy Domus door slamming closed, locking her out. But at the same time, another door, smaller and simpler opened down the street, and there was light and warmth spilling through it. He didn't want her, she could move on. And just because he didn't want to marry her, didn't mean that they couldn't cooperate and even be friends. In fact, it might make it easier. "First I would have to find someone," she agreed, "and he would have to be a good man. A very good man. But I'm in no hurry." She smiled gently, feeling that they understood each other. His next question was an interesting one. "You know, that's something I asked myself many times, before I was freed." She said easily, sipping her wine. "And I thought that perhaps I would go back to Gaul and my family." That was her instinctive response. "But my father sold me, and my mother may well be dead. I know that the village I remember won't be the same as it was." And she had to ask herself whether it was better to keep that memory unchanged. Then again, perhaps standing before her father in her Roman finery would be worth it to hug her mother again. "The thing is, I think it's too easy to say 'I have this thing I wanted, now I shall want the next thing'. But after your father sold me, all I wanted was to see my son again. Now that I'm with him, and free, I mean to enjoy having what I wanted." For a moment her expression flashed an odd mixture of sadness and resignation, at the thought of the years lost, but then her smile returned at the thought of what she had regained. "Perhaps that sounds unambitious, but I am content." She shrugged gracefully. "But I have thought about what I want, and that's part of the reason I came here today." Varinia said, not wanting her main purpose to get lost in the admittedly very enjoyable conversation with Tertius. "You have a lovely family, and a good household," She told him, and she meant it, "and Teutus and I now have the same. You and I share a wonderful son. What I would like is for us to be able to cooperate in our son's interest, perhaps even be friends." And she would be more than happy with that. "I don't doubt that we shall see each other from time to time, with Teutus's doings, and I don't want things to be awkward between us, or for him." There, that was what had concerned her most. Admitedly Tertius's welcome had allayed much of her concerns, but she had feared that he might hate or resent her, and that her presence might make things more awkward for her son, and she would never want that. Which was why she had taken it upon herself to come here to today to speak with his father. "Do you think we can work on that basis?" @Atrice

When Ovinia chuckled, Tiberius smiled ruefully. He supposed, with all those family members, that she did understand. And he at least had the palace to get lost in, when he needed space. "That does sound rather busy." He commiserated. And she didn't have the option to just move out, like he did. She would likely move from her father's domus to her husband's, which might well contain his father, mother, unwed sisters, his brothers and their families. Or she might wed a man who was pater familias and whose brothers had moved out. Either way, she wouldn't get much choice in the matter. "It's alright." He said mildly. Any upset was not at her. "It is an impressive building." But his family were there. Sometimes he went there to think, or to seek some guidance from the dead. After all, they included some of the greatest politicians in the empire, and they were people who had loved him. But for everyone else it was yet another interesting piece of architecture, with an attractive walk along the river. And Ovinia skillfully moved the conversation along, so that he couldn't help but smile at the image she painted. "If you ladies promise to parade past for me, I might well sun myself on the banks so that I can watch." He grinned, cheekily. Not that he was the type to ogle women, but he appreciated an attractive young lady as much as the next lad. "The coast is lovely in the winter." It was a nice escape from the cooler temperatures. "I guess in some ways I'm waiting to find out what will happen with my military service, and where I'll be posted." He felt like he was marking time a bit. "What about yourself? Any plans over winter?" @Sara

From Tiberius's point of view there was always something new to learn, and every aspect of life was a learning opportunity. He'd brought Jason to the stables to see if he was indeed skilled with horses - as well as because his slave might enjoy the experience. And whilst he was interested to learn about handling Ignis, he was more interested to learn about Jason. Jason gave him room and Tiberius carefully held out his hand for Ignis to smell, as instructed, listening all the while to what his body slave was telling him. Ignis's high spirits could be a benefit or a trial, depending on how his training was approached. Tiberius had certainly seen him being a trial; he liked the idea of winning the admitedly beautiful horse over. Talk to him - he is a prince among horses as you are a prince among men. Was that it? The Sarmatians saw their horses more as their kin than their... slaves. Yep, the parallels were certainly coming thick and fast. What Tiberius heard was that a certain amount of respect was required, for it to be mutual. Well, how would he treat with a prince of another land? No land was as great or glorious as the Roman Empire, but he was trained in politics. "A prince hmm? Is that what you are?" He asked quietly, as Ignis sniffed at his fingers. "Well then. Perhaps we shall have to have some negotiations between us, and find oa path we can walk together." The best arrangements were those which were mutually beneficial. "And Jason here shall be my interpreter." If Jason had dropped the usual honorific, Tiberius was too focused on the horse and the lesson to notice. Jason was doing what he had asked, and that was what mattered. Besides, Ignis's snort and shift of his weight was enough of a distraction. "I think his highness is keen to go out." He observed. "Shall we?" It was hard to say whether the final question was directed to Jason or to the horse. @Sharpie

He seemed like a nice enough fellow, a bit disorganised and idealistic but earnest and without any intent to harm. She could appreciate that. And she had a feeling that, should she want it, there was an offer there. But Varinia didn't honestly know what she wanted, yet. She had unfinished business, and until she had resolved where she stood with Tertius, she knew she couldn't think of another man. She hoped to at least build a cooperative friendship, but until she'd had from him that there was no chance of more, the young woman inside her who was still a dreamer wouldn't let her look elsewhere. But she had plans to resolve that, one way or another. Would she want a life like Alexius though? She wasn't sure. She'd never been the type to share her bed with someone she'd just met; once she'd the Quintillius Varus household she'd had a brief relationship with a fellow slave, but it was after they'd served together for over a year and built up a friendship. Really, if it was anyone it would likely be one person, whom she knew well. Perhaps if she came to know Alexius better, but she'd still have to decide how she felt about his own preferences. Until Tertius was resolved it would be no one. Meanwhile she had many aspects of her life to explore, including her son's friends. Apparently he knew Charis as well; Tertius's slave and mother of his child. They moved in a small world. "I assume that she does. Teutus told me about her." She said evenly. Was she upset about the woman who had replaced her? She could have been, but what was the point? It achieved nothing, and she had so much now to be happy about. She smiled when Alexius said he was happy for her. "It was a relief, and we do, which is also a relief." She admitted. "We've both changed in the last eight years, but not too much." Which had been a wonderful discovery. She'd feared that he might not want his mother fussing around or running his household, but he seemed to really appreciate her presence, and that was all that she asked. "You know Charis then." She said. "Do you know Tertius's household at all?" She asked, interested. "At some point I need to speak with him, just so we both know where things stand in our little extended family." And it was a conversation she was both anticipating and dreading. @Atrice

It would take time to think about what he had learned from Cynane, and for that to percolate through his various ideas and prejudices, but where previously her kind had been viewed as a mass of unwashed barbarianity, she was an individual, with her own wants, hopes and fears. Which meant logically the others must be too. And the man who'd stabbed him in the leg had only done what he would have done in the same circumstance. Which was a difficult pill to swallow, but perhaps a necessary one. Anger was easy, but it limited one's ability to move on. She thanked him for the meal and agreed she should return to her mistress, and he nodded his head and gestured that she was free to leave whenever she was ready. He watched her leave, this amazonian slave from the far end of the Empire, and thought about what she'd told him. @Atrice (OOC: Fin.)

Tiberius couldn't begin to describe how good it felt to hold Sosia's soft, warm form, her sweet lips against his. It was a heady feeling, without any rational component. Her hand cupped his cheek, his arms about her waist and shoulders, just the two of them together. It felt so right, and all other concerns just melted away. He wanted her, and he wanted more than just a kiss, though he couldn't have said exactly what, not yet. Right now, this perfect moment was enough. But it couldn't last. As their lips separated reality came flooding back in. He knew he shouldn't be kissing her, and if someone realised that they were missing, and told her father, there would be a world of trouble for her and a world of resentment for him that he didn't need politically. And he wanted to be able to see her again. How could anything so right be so wrong? Tiberius drew a deep breath. "We get back to the party." He said, a little sadly. "Thank you. I'll never forget, and we'll see each other again, I promise." @Atrice (OOC: fin?)

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March 77AD Spurius hadn't been back to the Elysium personally since the last time he'd sold them a slave, a previous house slave who'd been used and abused by her dominus until she wasn't suitable for much else, but whose sale Spurius had since considered he might regret if his name was associated with a badly kept slave. It was also the day he'd hired Ione to see to the needs of his twin slaves, large, half-germanic lad who carried his litter. Apart from the one time she'd shown up bruised and beaten, he hadn't regretted that. Two days ago when she'd paid her weekly visit she'd mentioned that the Elysium had a new owner, and Spurius decided that it would be worthwhile to pay the man a visit in order to get his measure and establish whether there was a potential business relationship to pursue. Did the new owner intend to continue exactly as the last had done, or did he have other plans? There was only one way to find out. So it was that two days after Ione's last visit to his domus, Spurius arrived, crook in his hand and twins in tow, to talk business with the new owner of the Elysium. @Atrice

Didia placed the odd, green thing pointedly in front of him and Spurius picked it up, observed with curiosity the strong green stem, many branches and tiny green globes on the ends. How bizarre. Carefully, he broke a tiny piece off and popped it in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. It was crisp, crunchy and... almost like cabbage? But a bit stronger. Perhaps if it were dipped in vinegar... he set the thing down again. "Not bad." He said non-commitally. He raised an eyebrow at her sudden launch into enthusiastic haggling, bargaining for a significantly larger amount of money. He might indeed earn a mint, but he didn't do it by casually throwing money at things. "I think you misunderstand me, Didia." He said mildly when her spiel had wound down. "I will pay that much, and you will provide however much cheap produce that amount will buy, as per your prices." So the amount could vary, depending on what things were costing her, and the exact type of vegetables would definitely vary with the seasons. "If I find that the quality and amount suits my establishment, then I will increase the amount of funds available to purchase." So she could supply as little or as much as she thought was appropriate for the money. But he'd only buy more if the value and quality was acceptable. It was a kind of trial, but the opportunity for a regular contract with his business was right there. @Sara

"Then I shall be there." He declared, satisfied. It would be an honour to attend the family event, and a pleasure to get to know Aulus's family better. Horatia's melancholy over the growing distance between herself and her son went right over his head unfortunately, it wasn't something that would have occurred to him. A child reaching adulthood was a cause for celebration; but then he'd never birthed and raised a child and had no understanding of the closeness that was being left behind. Horatia knew. Or knew something anyway. That look was a little too shrewd, there was just a little too much emphasis on the word friend. Not without reason, of course. Ah dear. Tiberius knew that he shouldn't have kissed Sosia, that it wasn't right or proper and could damage her reputation if anyone found out, but it was easy to be logical when she wasn't standing just there, with her big, dark eyes and her flowers in her hair. Youthful hormones wanted what they wanted, and even the restrained Tiberius fell victim to them occasionally. "She is very sweet." He agreed, trying not to blush, "which makes her very easy company. Not having to concern myself about politics in her presence." Plus the way she all but worshipped him did wonderful things for his ego. "I am pleased to be her friend," entirely true, however much he might want more, "and I understand that she has also found a friend in Gaius Ovinius Camillus's daughter." And Ovinia seemed like a good companion for Sosia, being quite observant and willing to speak her mind. He had promised to see Sosia again, Horatia was quite right. The two of them must have talked. "I'm sure that knowing her cousin is here for her is something she finds very reassuring." He observed. Horatia was a logical friend and confidant. "She told me that she misses the countryside, so I offered to show her the Gardens of Sullust." He explained. They were a popular public hortus. "Perhaps you'd like to join us?" He suggested, surely clear evidence that he had nothing but good intentions. @Sara

"Well, now you know." The young Imperial said with a slightly impish smile. He was looking forward to it, including having greater freedom to meet with whom he wanted. "I feel it's time I established my own household." He said honestly. "I'm the last Julio-Claudean male." Which made him pater familias but the family consisted of himself and his twin sister. "Whilst Quintus Augustus ruled, my uncles all had their own Domii." And still did, of course. "I grew up in the palace, but Titus is Caesar and will have his own household too. So I think it's time to move out, to give both of us some space. The Villa Sullusti is a stepping stone, whilst my own inheritance is sorted out." It was still an imperial residence, after all. "But I think some people think I'm mad for leaving the Palace." He glanced at Lucius, wondering what he thought. "Marcus Junius Silanus will be moving in too." Well, he assumed he would, once Tiberius made the offer. "So if you need to get a message to me indirectly, you can go through him." He would have to leave it up to Lucius to judge what would be most appropriate, given his new place and position. @Chevi

It was settled. He would write to her father, and they would meet up on a future walk, perhaps several, to talk and solve the philosophical problems of the Empire. But Ovinia was far more interested in his planned move than in discussing potential walks. She sounded curious, even a touch incredulous. He supposed it might seem odd for someone on the outside. But wasn't the grass always greener elsewhere? Her last comment about prying eyes was said with a touch of amusement. He snorted and rolled his eyes at her, amused himself. Was that the obvious assumption? But it wasn't his main motivation. "Not alone; Marcus Junius Silanus will be moving in too." Yeah OK, that didn't help with the prying eyes assumption. Marcus was a known party lover. "I feel it's time I established my own household." He said honestly. "I'm the last Julio-Claudean male." Which made him pater familias but the family consisted of himself and his twin sister. "Whilst Quintus Augustus ruled, my uncles all had their own Domii." And still did, of course. "I grew up in the palace, but Titus is Caesar and will have his own household too. So I think it's time to move out, to give both of us some space. The Villa Sullusti is a stepping stone, whilst my own inheritance is sorted out." It was still an imperial residence, after all. "You think I'm mad to leave the Palace, don't you?" He asked, tone equal parts gentle challenge and amusement. There were a lot of interesting places to walk in Rome, if one was that way inclined. "The sculptures Lucullus collected are particularly fine and numerous, and it's interesting because it's laid out to eastern principles. I don't know of any other hortus quite like it." All of which Ovinia likely knew. Lucullus had been influenced by the Persian gardens on his campaigns to the east. "I visit the Mausoleum on the family feasts and days for the dead. Otherwise it's a bit despressing." He admitted quietly. Most of his family were buried there. "But the river is beautiful." @Sara

He was being a bit of a brat, but as the middle brother it was his prerogative, eclipsed only by that of the youngest brother. And poor Ovinia was youngest of them all and had to put up with them. It was his way of starting with a light mood; things could be terribly serious in the Ovinii-Camilli household. But he was serious about Hispania. He'd very much enjoyed his time there, and a villa at the far end of the Empire, away from politics and stress, might just be what their mother needed. He smiled when Ovinia said that she would like to visit; he imagined that she would enjoy the novelty. But would he be likely to go back? "I don't honestly know." He admitted. "That depends partly on what happens with my unit, and partly on my Legate." He said, as he helped himself to a piece of bread and a slice of cheese. "It also depends on my political career. I won't delude myself into thinking that us coming back to Rome in time for me to stand as Quaestor was accidental." But since he hadn't achieved that position in his year, it left some questions open. Ostensibly he should serve in the military for two years, which left this year and next, assuming he wasn't able to move up the ladder of the cursus honorum. He was quite comfortable in his current role. "I'd like to see more of the Empire, and there's a freedom in being out in the field." And away from their father, though of course he became part of his Legate's household. "But I don't want to miss so much of our family's doings a second time." He had been away for years and was taking time to adjust. Regardless, his compulsory military term would come to an end in the next couple of years, and some decision would have to be made as to what he would do next. Their father expected him to follow the cursus honorum like his older brother, and the family was wealthy enough to support two sons as well as their father in political careers. He just wasn't particularly excited by the prospect of spending days arguing with people. Not that the military excited him hugely, but he was competent and comfortable in his role, plus it actually paid an income. He'd been quite interested in the estates and land management during his time in Hispania, but he wasn't the pater familias so that wasn't his role unless his father decided to delegate it to him. Perhaps something would come by and grab his attention; for the meantime Lucius was content to coast along and not worry too much about things he couldn't change. He had noticed that Ovinia seemed a bit subdued since the attack, and he listened as she spoke of her recent activities, a little worried for her. He, who'd never feared to walk the streets of Rome, could only imagine how limiting that might be, to one whose life was already limited. Still, it was interesting what she said, and what she didn't. "Are all your friends married?" He asked, when she promised not to bore him with their marriage woes. It was past time that Ovinia herself married, but he knew that father relied on her to run the household when mother was sick. Still, surely she wasn't the only single woman in Rome? Poor Ovinia, all she wanted was to play beautiful music and her father bought her that monstrosity. "I swear he found you the most complex musical instrument there is." He commiserated. And of course it was one that couldn't be moved easily. "It's probably much easier to learn something simpler." But he had faith in her ability. "Do you have a good teacher?" He couldn't think of anyone off the top of his head who was famed for playing that particular instrument. Then she asked about their father, and her chances of escaping to Pompeii for a little while. This question he took seriously, thinking back on his observations of the Ovinii-Camilli pater familias. "It's hard to say, but if I had to make a guess, I'd say that father is disappointed. And maybe slightly worried." He admitted eventually. "He's always so focused on the family, and we're at a point where all of us are growing up and making our way into adult life, so it's not just him being the primary influence. But I failed to make Quaetor, and then you got attacked. Mother's ill and you're unwed. And Tertius is being, well, Tertius. Suddenly family life has a lot more complications, and not everything is going the way he thinks it should." And Gaius wasn't getting any younger either. He might be the stern figurehead, but he also worked tirelessly for the family, which prospered because of it. They were one of the wealthier families in Rome, and one of the more influential. And suddenly things weren't going according to plan, which would not sit well with their father at all. Lucius knew well how the man dealt with things not going his way in the household, but what about things that were beyond his control? That was an unknown, which didn't help Ovinia's desire to get away for a bit. @Sara

The trader seemed terribly amused by the question, his joviality feeling almost forced. To Lucius he seemed terribly keen to make a sale, and he listened as the man rattled off the barbarian's recent history. Britannic captive, then the gladiator ring. He'd survived, so presumably he could fight, but not well enough for the ludus to want to keep him. They would have sold him for a reason. As he listened the slave looked up at him, blue eyes meeting hazel, in that impudent way that captured slaves often had. They never seem to be truly broken. Plenty of spirit, hmm? Plenty of balls. That translated in Lucius's ear to poorly broken, badly behaved and hard to control. It might serve him well in the gladiator's ring, but not so well in a Praetor's household. I'll give him for a good price, sir if you take him off my own hands, yes. "Hmm, no, I don't think so." He said, still watching the slave, who was watching him. How much did the man understand? The more recent captives often didn't speak latin well, and that was another thing they didn't really need. "I'm looking for a bodyguard for a young lady of Patrician birth, not a badly behaved barbarian." He turned away from Caturix and cast his gaze over this particular slaver's other offerings. @Faustus

As the senior woman of the household it was Varinia's duty to organise it and see that they had all they needed. When Teutus wed, she would have the assistance of her daughter in law, but for now it was hers alone and she delighted in it. She'd missed so many years of being with her son; being able to care for him in this way was a joy, not a chore. And of course that extended to the rest of their little household as well. Their ultimate goal was the loom, but she was also perusing the various stalls looking for things they might need or foods for the next couple of days. Up ahead she spotted a stall that sold hot griddle cakes; flat, toasted pieces of flour batter with dried fruit mixed in, drizzled with honey. As a slave such a thing had been mostly beyond her, only a very occasional treat at either her domina's discretion or her own carefully saved coins. Now she could just... buy one. It was a heady feeling. "I'm going to get a cake." She declared, partly because it felt so good to just be able to say that. "Would you like one Jannus?" She asked with a glance in his direction. @Insignia

Spurius watched Ione enter the tablinum with mild curiosity, tempered by annoyance over his leg. Not that he wasn't used to it; she wouldn't bear the brunt of that annoyance. He did notice the little frown as he dragged the stool over and put his foot up on it; distaste for the maimed? Or disappointment at the display of weakness? He'd had his fill of both in the time since he'd returned from Britannia. Or maybe there was something else going on in there. None of which mattered; she'd asked to speak with him and presumably it was for a reason, but as he waited the silence grew. Finally she spoke, and the information that she conveyed was worthwhile indeed. "A new owner." He echoed. "You are correct, I do wish to know." And he appreciated that good judgement. "What is his name?" He asked, entirely businesslike. It was agreeable to hear that the current arrangement would stand, he had no real desire to have to accustom another woman to the household's rhythms. Ione had fit in very easily and that suited him just fine. As he spoke he unthinkingly stuck a thumb into part of the muscle of his thigh which was spasming particularly badly, jabbing it viciously in an effort to get it to stop, and distracting himself from his irritation by considering how this might affect his dealings with the Elysium. "Please inform him that I will pay a visit in the morning, two days hence, so that we can discuss business." He said, thinking that it would be good to get a feel for this new owner, and whether he intended to follow in the last one's footsteps or if he was looking to make some changes. @Sara

The attack seemed little of Spurius's business, in the broad view. Yes he had helped her when she needed it, because he'd been in the right place at the right time. He was glad to have been able to. He would escort her to her home to ensure that she was safe. He hoped he might gain some reward from his efforts, either directly or as a new customer, and then apart possibly from commercially he didn't expect to see her again. They moved in different circles. A shame since she gave the impression that, when not recently attacked, she was a confident, self-assured lady who might be interesting to talk to. They spoke briefly of the need to inform the vigiles, and suddenly others were on them. Spurius's initial concern was quickly assuaged when it became clear that here was the missing slave - attendant? - and the guards she'd gone to get. "Your mistress needed aid; I am assisting her home." And the sudden increase in numbers greatly reduced the change of any attempt to finish whatever had been started. It was far more likely that her attacker had been someone who knew her and wanted her dead or injured, but it was also possible that there was some random psychopath out there. Actually, it was virtually guaranteed that there were random spychopaths out there. Spurius followed the other woman as the guards flanked them, and the twins continued to bear the chair with Pinaria in it in her wake. It wasn't long before they angled clearly in the direction of a door. There were many things he could have said to the other woman, presumably the one who had left her mistress behind, but no doubt those things would be said by other than he. Sometimes the wisest approach was to hold one's tongue. @Atrice