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Ovinia Camilla
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October, 76AD

Ovinia Camilla was faithful in the way that all well-bred patrician women were faithful. She worshipped the lares with her family, she attended the festivals that honoured the Gods and Goddesses throughout the calendar year, and she made sure to make offerings and sacrifices at momentous occasions. Yet she was also fickle - she moaned when she had to interrupt her leisure time with worship, she paid lip service at festivals and she often forgot the minor deities. Bona Dea, however, was different.

Ever since her youth when she'd heard of the Clodius scandal the Goddess had intrigued her. She had never been invited to the December rites, if they were still practiced, but she made her own devotions frequently. The touch of scandal that Bona Dea offered only made her more enticing...besides, she had a good practical reason for frequent visits; prayers to protect her chastity, and offerings for healing of her mothers ills were hardly prayers her father was going to refuse. The fact that men were barred from its walls, likewise, gave her comfort. She needed a few hours reprieve from moping over the men in her life. Today the offering had been a white dove that had been sacrificed, and after muttering through a few cursory prayers, ending of course with 'I give that you might give', she nimbly jumped to her feet and made to exit the temple. 

Pulling down her palla which sheathed her hair within the sacred space, she blinked into the autumn sunshine. The days were growing colder, but there were a few more weeks until she'd be forced to wrap up warm by her parents, and stay inside until the winter chill passed. Lingering on the steps, she let out a sigh - watching as the cold air clouded her breath in front of her. She didn't want  to go home yet; she had slaves to chastise and lists to organise in lieu of her mother who had taken to her bed again. She glanced around, looking for a distraction, determined to get a few more hours of fun out of the day...

 

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The Piscina Publica was down the Palatine Hill to the south, through a region of expensive domii and broad streets. As well as the eponymous public pool, it contained a wealth of balneae of varying sizes, both public and private, and Tiberius had decided to try one that had been recommended to him. Sometimes a change was as good as a feast, and the baths were a simple enough change, one which relaxed and gave a chance to unwind.

The region also contained the temple of Dona Dea, the good mother, Goddess of women, of both fertility and chastity, and of the people as a whole. Unusual, in that only women were permitted within her walls, where they might make blood sacrifices as they could nowhere else, and the details of her rites were hidden from men. At least they had been, until the Clodius scandel. Curiosity truly did kill the cat, and satisfaction didn't bring it back, at least not in terms of the goddess's respectability. Tiberius wasn't sure whether it was amusing or exhasperating that some men couldn't simply leave some few things to their women.

He glanced up thoughtfully at the temple as he walked by, slaves and Praetorians in tow, and was surprised to recognise a figure on the steps, though perhaps he should not have been. "Ovinia Camilla." He called out with a smile, having met her at the party last month. Interesting that she openly patrionised the good mother's temple, though from the impression that he'd had of her at the party, perhaps it should not have been. There was some odd contrariness there, or so it seemed. "I trust you are well this bright if brisk day."

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Ovinia glanced to her left and her face briefly registered a look of surprise as her name was called. She had not been expecting to see an imperial, and certainly not one that had graciously hosted her and her fellow youths at that peculiar party the preceding month. Surprise quickly turned to delight and a warm smile tugged at her lips. She hadn't much of an opportunity to speak with him that night or - at least - she hadn't wanted to interrupt the moon-eyes and practically audible heart flutters going on between himself and Horatia Sosia. She might have been a little jealous, but she wasn't cruel. 

"Salve, Tiberius Claudius Sabucius." Her smile turned to a grin as she nimbly descended the temple steps, "I'm well, thank you - enjoying the last of the autumn sun before the season changes and my fingers freeze into blocks of ice whenever I leave my domus." Chuckling she finally made her way completely down to by his side, her bodyslave dutifully following silently behind, alongside a brawnier, red-faced Germanic slave her father had procured since the incident with that maniac with a knife. "And you? Venturing anywhere in particular or simply a trip out of the Palace to see some sights?" She glanced behind him to the stream of slaves and Praetorian's, she didn't know whether she'd delight in the attention should she have a similar entourage, or whether she'd find it a deep nuisance. 

 

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