Sara Posted May 2, 2022 Share Posted May 2, 2022 January 77AD Charis fidgeted on the marble bench, trying to act cool, calm and collected when she felt nothing of the sort. She'd been unable to see her closest friend in Rome for close to two months now - their schedules hadn't aligned and their precious few days off were spent apart. She felt her anxiety increase as people shuffled past. The change felt monumental even now, after a couple of weeks. She hadn't told Cynane of Tertius' plans - she still half-believed that it would never happen, right up until Saturnalia had rolled around and she'd been forced to wear that stupid hat for her manumission. She tried to make herself believe that she hadn't told her friend out of caution - why get her hopes up? But now she realised she had just been a coward. She didn't want to explain what the freedom was costing her to one of the only women in Rome she could count on. Anxiety and nausea seized her insides again and she gripped the bench with her fingers. It was frigid today and she'd tried her best to conceal the expensive stola she was wearing under a thick cloak, pulled up over her head. The winters were nothing compared to those back home in Britannia but the cloak served a duel purpose. She'd shoved the palla she had been wearing into the bag at her hip that also contained honey cakes she'd purloined from the kitchens before she'd left that morning. She heard sandals against the dusty track that led past the bench and looked up into the low winter sun to see her friend. She moved to embrace her immediately, forgetting about her worry just for a moment. TAG: @Atrice 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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