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[ Her dress ] The sun was bright upon Rome. The market prospering. But Sulpicia made her way through the market. Though she was pressed for her destination, to the home of her loves. Once she set her mind to it, she would not stop herself. As a freewoman and knowing her way around the market,she had her knowledge upon having to avoid the hagglers or worse, those thieves who would wander the street searching for coin. After the civil war, things to be peaceful and calm all around. She was relieved. She and Cornelia worried for the safety of not only Quintus but also the children of the house. Sulpicia may not ever be a mother but would care for the children as well as she could. Like an aunt almost. So their safety did weigh heavily upon her mind. But thankfully, no such danger. That of course was in part to Quintus's part and her own cunning. She would never betray her loves with heart or body but she could use her lovely eyes and almost flirtatious smile to get what she could. It worked for the much part. She also wished to avoid any enemies of the house she once served and thus remains loyal to. In this city, you never knew who was an enemy and who was not. But her ear for gossip proved her to survive and keep well. Plus she did enjoy the little bit of gossip among the social classes that she loved to share with Cornelia on major points. It helped to be a freewoman making her way through the shadows. Once upon arriving to her point of walking, she was met at the front door by servants and Sulpicia spoke she was here to see their dominus and domina. Of course she also made sure to send word that she was arriving but perhaps this slave was no aware of such arrival but in other words,she was here and she hoped in her lovely dress and manner she was here on good light and times.
May 75AD Circus Maximus Aulus had changed seats after his conversation with Gaius Fabius Maximus had come to an end, and found himself sitting next to a woman he recognised as belonging to gens Cornelia - one of the Scipinones branch, he thought. More importantly, though, she was the wife of Quintus Sulpicius Rufus, whose brother had ended up joining him on his flight from Italy a decade earlier. "Good morning," he said to her, being polite. He had moved to sit by her; it would be unforgivably rude to ignore her, especially as she was related to friends of his. "I see you seem to have been lucky in your betting so far - pity about the Reds' shipwreck earlier." It had been rather a spectacular crash, with the Blues' driver pulling ahead and cutting in on him, forcing him into the spina which rand down the middle of the Circus, forming the centre of the oval race-track. He had bet on the Whites, who had come in second after the triumphant Blues, a team he did not think anyone had really expected to win that race, the driver being a new man and therefore an unknown quantity. @Anna
Jan 74CE. He walked alongside his beautiful wife, Cornelia, a woman who had given him considerable connections and many healthy children. Through her, he found his other beloved, Venusiana and together they made a happy trinity. Behind them were slaves, attendants and other notables. The porticus liviae remained one of the primary locations to be seen in Rome, a place where the wealthy and the powerful would gather to relax and dine. Occasionally, they would be approached by people wishing to use the family connections to aid their careers. Quintus, for the time being, waved them off. "My dear," He said, patted Cornelia's hand as it rested on his forearm with affection and smiled at her. "Venusiana's birthday approaches, what should we get for her?" Quintus asked, it was not entirely Roman, and each of them were an equal part of the relationship. He did not have a mind for clothing nor the fashionable styles, unless, he was noticing that a woman was comely in appearance. He paused near the available seats and gestured for her to sit down, servants remained close in case they ever desired anything and he smiled at her. The pain of the civil war, and the separation from them still remained close to his heart. "Wine and food!" He said to one of the household slaves, who went off to deal with one of the local vendors. There was something about the food of the temple. The local area was filled with gardens, small libraries, temples and more. All places he would take Cornelia during their quiet time together. @Anna