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  1. Lexus crouched down to hold a hand out to Echo. She sniffed at it, the purred; she was generally a friendly cat, and right now she was more than a little blissful from rolling among the valerian bushes. "Echo? Isn't that... a nymph? I think I recall the name from some story. She fell in love, but the love was not returned." "Yes." Septima smiled, happy that Lexus recognized the name. Most people did not pay much attention to how she named the cats she kept. "Although I named her that because she follows people around and meows when they speak." Echo, true to her nature, meowed, and then flopped down on the garden path. "So... which flowers do you like?" "I... like all of them." she admitted, suddenly a little shy that she had to make decisions. Usually she just wandered around picking what she liked, but having a gardener who actually understood the plants made it a bit different. "Something that smells good would be good... Maybe lavender?" @Atrice
  2. "Yeah you better not bring down your familia, or you'll end up an outcast without belonging anywhere." Lucius drank from his wine too. That was the problem, wasn't it? For all his quiet rebellion and lack of ambition, he did not exactly have any other applicable skills at all. If Gaius decided to turn him out (risking the family scandal), he would not have much to do to survive... "How about... you find something good to do. Maybe you would be a good lawyer? And then, if you got married before your brother and had a son before him... you'd hold all the cards. Until he has a son. If he has a son. Then you get to decide." Lucius snorted, amused by the master plan. "So... get married and get to making babies to piss my brother off even more. You know what? I like this plan." he grinned "Now, if there was only an eligible maiden whose family would accept me..." Of course, no one would. Not unless he showed some actual potential. Most Roman senators were not that dumb. "How about you? Any marriage prospects?" @Atrice
  3. The man looked suspicious. As in, it was both suspicious that he was looking around the murder scene, and also he was looking at Azarion with suspicion. They sized each other up. He was definitely taller and more muscular than Azarion. The charioteer was ready to put up a fight if it came to that, but he was probably not going to win. "Hey... got anything interesting there you'd like to show me?" ... Or maybe the guy was just looking for sex. Azarion made a face at him. Not showing you anything, creep. But he relaxed his hand a little. There was nothing to see there anymore, among the crates. Nothing visible, anyway. @Atrice
  4. Azarion noticed the tall man walking towards the door of the Circus. His eyes narrowed, watching to see if he would just walk by, taking a shortcut to wherever he was going. He didn't. He slowerd down, as if he was heading towards the same place not far from the door where Azarion was looking around. Was he... a visitor, at this strange hour? Or someone, returning to the site of a murder? Planning another one? Azarion's hand traveled to his belt; he was not allowed to carry weapons, but he had a hoof pick at hand, just in case. Not that it made him any less suspicious, standing among the crates and amphorae in the alley... @Atrice
  5. August 76 AD It had been ten month. Ten months since Safinia was murdered. A lot had changed in that time: Azarion had grown taller and stronger, turned eighteen years old, and was now a charioteer for the Whites rather than a stable boy. He was learning to write to communicate, and he was treated well, if sternly, by his dominus. Rome had a new caesar. And yet, in a way, it felt like time had been standing still all this time. They never caught the man who murdered Safinia. No one even seemed to care. The sensation had long died off, and no one was much inspired to look into the death of a kitchen girl. But Azarion missed her. She had been a friend, someone who rolled her eyes at him but acknowledged him as a person anyway. And the gods had to be angry, that no one was punished for her death. Sometimes Azarion wondered if her spirit was lingering, waiting for someone to bring justice to her murdered. Sometimes he wished he could talk to her. It was late afternoon now, the training had ended for the day. Once again, Azarion had slipped out the back door of the stables, and made his way to the alley where the mudered had happened ten months before. Any clues that might have been left were long gone now, and he had been over trying to imagine the sequence of events a million times. Still, he did it again. It was not like he had anything better to do. @Atrice
  6. "I get that you're a slave. But I had thought Sarmatia was faring better than my homeland." Yeah, because we fight better. "Not all of your people are under Roman rule, no?" Azarion shook his head. No, they weren't. But they had treaties, since they lived along the border, and sometimes those treaties did not hold up. And then chief's sons lost their tongue. Azarion glanced around. He didn't normally carry writing instruments, because he didn't normally have people to talk to. And the ground was paved. Damn Romans. Azarion mimed writing to the woman with a questioning look. Could she even read? @Sara
  7. "A charioteer? How fancy." Sarcasm. Great. At least they had one language in common. She nodded to him to follow. Azarion followed, despite the very likely chance that he still might get robbed. He hoped she was not a prostitute that lured people in with flowers. He probably did not have the money for that. "I'm a business woman." Definitely a prostitute. "How did you lose your tongue?" Azarion gave a look. Really? Well, he could tell her the story... if he had a tongue. He rolled his eyes, crossing his wrists. Captured, obviously. The fact that he had tattoos meant he had been born among his people, but he was not sure she would put it together. He made gestures, signifying a border on a map, and being taken across that border. The rest was probably too hard to follow. How did one mime hostage? @Sara
  8. A man brought a torch to take a better look at his tattoo. The woman seemed to be running things. That was unusual in Rome, but not all that strange if she really was from his part of the world. He wondered how she had ended up so far from home. Evindently, she wondered the same. "Sarmatian. You're a long way from home. Slave?" Azarion always felt a small sense of relief when someone recognized his tribe. It felt like not being invisible, like he was to most Romans. You are too, he noted with a raised eyebrow. He tapped his slave tablet again, and pointed at the Whites symbol. He made gestures, mimicking holding the reins of horses. Charioteer. He tilted his head, motioning at her. What was she, the local herbalist? @Sara
  9. "Yes, it's to smoke. Flowers, from Dacia." Dacia. Of course. That's what the accent was. Azarion's people had dealt with their neighbors often, especially after Dacia became a province. Their culture was definitely different, but they both kind of hated the Romans the same way. And they both knew what these flowers were for. No wonder she was selling them in Rome. It was probably good business. "You know what it is already though, don't you?" Azarion nodded. Turning his side to her, he tapped the tattoo on his calf; it was the same motif most of his people wore, so if she'd ever met Sarmatians, she was likely to recognize it. @Sara
  10. "Do you not speak Latin?" Alright, maybe she was dumb. Azarion sighed, motioning at his mouth and making a cutting gesture. Mute, not deaf. He tapped the tablet around his neck, too; it carried the Whites' emblem. There was no guarantee she'd know who he was; he had not participated in any big races yet. But at least she knew he belonged somewhere. He was not going to flash them any coin until he was sure he was making a purchase and not getting robbed. It was an illusion, of course, but it was all he had. Whether she noticed he scars and marks on him in the twilight, he didn't know. She also had an accent that he could not quite place. He made gestures mimicking smoke flying into the air. That was what she was selling, wasn't it? @Sara
  11. Ever since Safinia's death, Azarion once again felt like he had no roots in the city. Despite his growing career as a charioteer, and the added freedom it came with (he was now allowed to leave the Circus, as long as he got back by curfew), he found himself wandering aimlessly more often than not. He hoped that if he spent more time in the popinas and around the markets, eventually he would hear something useful about whoever killed Safinia. Asking questions, obviously, was not something he could do. So, he wandered, and hoped. The man called out to him first. Azarion had wandered farther than usual from the Circus tonight, and it was getting dark. The many must have assumed he was here looking for whatever he was offering, because he gave him some all-knowing, secretive looks, and opened his bag to show off his wares. Azarion was not sure at first what even he was selling, but the scent soon made it clear. He knew it, from faraway, long time ago childhood memories. Leave it to the Romens to adopt everything that seemed useful from their neighbors. He made some gestures, asking for the price; more elaborate questions, like about the quality, were not going to work anyway. The young man must have been especially stupid, because the gestures confused him to no end. Damn. "What do you want? We don't do charity here, if you can't afford it then leave." Oh, good, a woman joined in. Azarion huffed. Charity, my ass. He made some gestures at her, maybe she was smarter. I have money. But I want to see what you are selling. @Sara
  12. Was she a little bit disappointed that he was shopping for family, not for a wife or a lover? Maybe, but she was sensible enough not to show it. "Oh, if it's for family members... I'd suggest something simpler, like silver or bronze. Unless it's of, course, a special occasion. A birthday, perhaps? A wedding or the birth of a child?" "No occasion. Unless a family visit counts as one" Lucius shook his head. Visiting their mother at the estate was technically rare enough to qualify as a special occasion. Not to mention visiting Vipsania, whom he had not seen for a long time. "Silver and sapphire work great together, in my opinion. These are all one-of-a-kind, of course, so your relatives are sure to be the envy of the arena anytime they attend the ludi! Even the gladiators will be jealous of the looks they'll garner!" She was a little bit too enthusiastic about this. It made Lucius chuckle. He tried to imagine his mother at the games, cheering for gladiators and showing off sparkling jewels. It felt soo... impossible. "We also have some merchandise with engraved gemstones, if you'd really like for the jewels to attract attention!" "I... don't think attention is what my mother is going for." he smirked, admiring the - actually very fine - jewelry. "I am sorry for not having someone more interesting to gift for." @David
  13. "Bring some wine into the tablinum, will you? And yes, that would be helpful - perhaps she could help organise your library, Horatia?" "Right away, dominus." the family moved over to the tablinum, and Horatia motioned to Tacita to follow. Felix hurried for some wine and soon returned - they always kept cool wine ready in the kitchens in case the dominus asked for some. It had to feel horrible, being a gift that was not very enthusiastically received, and having your own fate discussed over your head. It was often the fate of slaves, and Felix still felt for the mute girl. "Do you know one another?" "I have seen her at the market before, domina" Felix nodded. He avoided to mention that he'd tripped over the poor girl. And now she was here, a new addition to the household with really nothing to do. "Do you know of any needs we have in the house, that she could help with just for now whilst I find something for her to do?" Uh-oh. Felix ran over the household issues in his mind, trying to think of something the girl could do that would keep her useful, but wasn't too demeaning. "The gardener said he could use some assistance with the new flowerbeds" he noted, glancing at Tacita before he turned back to Horatia. "And domina mentioned a new ornatrix would be appreciated. If she has skills like that." @Sharpie @Sara @Jenn
  14. Lucius wandered through the Emporium, looking for inspiration. He could have sent a slave, honestly, but he preferred to shop for gifts himself when his mother was involved. And gifting was always awkward without inspiration. He did not have any plans to buy anything specific; he just walked around, waiting for something that stood out. The brothers were planning on paying their mother a visit soon, and Lucius did not like to shop up empty-handed. Since Gaius was the designated busybody of the family, he volunteered to get the shopping done. The jewelry store looked promising. Lucius was not very well versed in jewelry, given that he had no wife or lover, and neither did Gaius (as far as he knew). Luckily, there was a young woman standing behind the counter. She looked like she knew what she was doing, and greeted him with a smile as he entered. "Hello and welcome to our humble store! How may I help you today? We've just put a lovely amethyst ring up for sale, and a marvelous headpiece decorated with pearls straight from the Empire's shores! If you're looking for a safe bet, I'd suggest some gold bracelets; those never go out of style!" The store was definitely not humble. Lucius returned the smile, glancing around. "I am not sure what I am looking for, to be honest" he admitted. "I would like to buy a gift for my mother... and maybe my sister. I would appreciate the help." @David
  15. "My father died when I was very young too. I don't remember much of it." Well, they had that in common. Silanus seemed a few years younger than him (more the appropriate age to be having the same concerns about starting the cursus). Lucius knew there were quite a few young men in Rome their age who had lost fathers and grandfathers back in the war. "What do you want to do then? Legions or lawyer? I'm not sure what I prefer. Everyone says I should go into the military too, but I'm just not so sure it's for me. On the other hand, if that's the way to go in order to get somewhere... I guess that is where I'm going, eventually." "I am not sure I want to get somewhere... or rather, where it is I want to get" Lucius admitted "But the family name is on the line, and my brother is not married yet. So, I have to make a choice before I bring down the entire familia..." @Atrice
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