Sara Posted November 13, 2019 Share Posted November 13, 2019 July 74AD Charis was grinning from ear to ear. She supposed if anybody stopped to watch her, she must have looked like a madwoman, but she didn't care. It was the first time she'd seen rain since she arrived in Rome and despite the cities inhabitants largely muttering about how rain in July was ridiculous and appalling, it was like a nectar for her. It reminded her of home. It had thinned now to a light drizzle but the clouds were still that ominous, deep shade of grey and the puddles on the street splashed at her ankles as she walked through the market. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, she already had her little bag of items that Rhoda had instructed her to buy after her daytime visit to the baths (now, it seems, a ritual) and so she just browsed. She couldn't afford anything that was offered, not even a honey cake as she had frittered away her peculium on trivial things, but it was relaxing to her to be about in the damp drizzle just looking. The weather had also afforded her a bit of peace as the market seemed far less busy than usual. She drew to a stop at a stall and glanced at the wares. There was an array of trinkets spread out; children's dolls carved out of wood and useless baubles. She wondered if Antonia would be interested in the former, although she supposed her domina was now of an age where she'd find such things childish. She'd be a woman before Tertius blinked. Still, she picked up one of the dolls with an inquisitive eye, "How much?" TAG: @Sharpie 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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