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Like many in Rome, Alucio was quite the fan of the Circus Maximus. He adored horses, had done so from a young age, back in Baetica horses were a main export, and he’d always enjoyed the races. It was satisfying to study a horse, it’s rider and chariot, even better if he knew details about the owner and sire, and from that decide who had the best odds to put his bets on. He wondered who The Boy would put his bet on. Alucio didn't have as keen an eye as his stable boy when it came to the horses; sometimes it seemed the mute boy could listen to the horses minds.

 

Alucio stood towards the front of the stands, overlooking the tracks, a cup of wine in hand as it so often was these days. Others around him were busy socialising as they awaited the start of races, but Alucio was still new in Rome and he had few, if any of his own acquaintances to even bother looking about for a familiar face. It was coming to seem as though Alucio’s most constant source of human contact was from his own slaves, and he tried n ok t to dwell on that rather depressing thought. He'd spent the last three years on his own, moving around and consumed with nothing but his own mind and his work as a mercenary. Returning to Rome was meant to finally put a stop to that, but it seemed ot was a matter easier said than done.

 

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Gaia did not particularly care much about the races. Sure, horses were pretty but they were large, and often frightened her. What she did particularly enjoy was meeting with the members of the nobility and flirting with them. Sure, she was older now, and her fertile years had certainly passed. Although there was no harm in flirtation and the hint of seduction. Years ago she would have happily gotten into bed with them, and to be honest, she would have. She saw a particularly rough looking fellow, long hair and bearded but otherwise looked like a Roman. Strange. She was not one to particularly worry about why, and he was handsome. She would have preferred to be higher up away from the smell of the horses. Buuut.... there was nothing like welcoming a stranger into Rome. 

She walked down the steps and pretended she was interested in the horses, or the racing teams. There was someone else she was more interested in riding anyway. Gaia wondered how the charioteers managed to keep control of so many horses. She cast a side-ward glance at him. It was difficult to place him in the social classes of Rome. 

"I have no idea which horses to drive. Do you go by horses, the driver, or perhaps through the teams?" She asked. Eventually, she would find out more about him. With Corinthia regularly distracted it meant that she had more time on her hands. 

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