Sara Posted December 8, 2019 Share Posted December 8, 2019 Late November, 74CE The chill in Italia this time of year was refreshing for a man who spent most of his adult life across the narrow sea in a land where gales and snowstorms often blew well into Spring. He'd set out early that morning with no particular destination in mind, just enjoying the peace and escape from his daughters grumbling about the chill, the stifling heat of the braziers and the oppressive depression his domus had sunk into. He'd ridden miles out of the city, although had found it took just as long to navigate the streets of Rome as it did to actually ride across the countryside. The sun was low in the sky now, however, and he'd found himself on a well-trodden path that he had recalled in a half-memory. He'd been hoping Lucius was at home, he'd not seen the lad in months but had disappointingly found that he'd taken his leave. Whilst he'd been invited in for a drink and some food he'd politely declined. He'd forgotten, in his long absence and without the formal support of his wife the proper protocol for paying visits and hadn't wanted to intrude on his good friends stepmother and her hospitality. He'd taken a cup of water and returned to his horse, stretching his aching legs in the yard. He'd ridden with no intention to come here, but still felt a wave of disappointment that the young Silanus was absent. His friends were slowly returning to Rome in dribs and drabs and he needed to live vicariously through them, his life was so dull and dreary and not to mention depressing at the moment. Besides, in his half-baked idea he'd been intending to pester the young man about his ambitions - the mentor/mentee relationship turning full-circle now as the older man was in desperate need of some political guidance. Nonetheless, the ride itself had done his health and his mind the world of good. But darkness would soon be upon them and he had a long ride back to his domus. Passing the cup back to an attendant in the yard he was about to remount his horse but a familiar voice, a little way off caught his attention. With a little frown he strode forward, not quite able to place the feminine tone. Surely it wasn't one of his conquests? Here? In an Imperial's villa? His frown deepened as he rounded the corner and spied a short, red-headed woman. But her voice was familiar, as was her face, even if he couldn't place where from. He stood there for a while, studying her in silence. Gods, how many women had he been through if he couldn't even place one as striking and different as this?! TAG: @Chevi 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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