[AW] ager romanus

[Theodosia]

let our eyes show the 
fire in our hearts tonight

There is something stirring within Terrastella, something as old as Prudence or perhaps even older, something that called to mind the legends of the Ilati and the history that had only been half-remembered throughout the court. “No,” she answers the lord, already stepping forward in order to investigate the prison, her tail curled upwards to avoid the pale hairs dragging across the filthy floor. Was there where Cicero and Seneca had been kept? No, they had been banished, not imprisoned, due to their immortality.

Perhaps it had been where Dalmatia had awaited her sentencing, after she had so brutally murdered her Commander. There is a chill in the air, one that seeped down into her very bones, and when they come across the writing she wouldn’t be entirely surprised it it were blood staining the walls. She considers the words carefully, running through them in her mind -- but Senna is the first to crack the code.

“Of course,” She breathes out, sparks beginning to flicker over her wings and illuminating the words, and she cannot help the way her eyes light up in anticipation. “After it was abandoned -- who would think to look for Prudence there?” She might only wish that she had been the first to solve the puzzle, but she’s never been very good at riddles, and either way -- for the moment, the two of them had a shaky, unspoken truce.

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She glances over at the lord as they approached the island, her eyes shadowed by the rising sun behind them, and she almost smiles at his question. Even she isn’t so unaware of the question beneath, of the fact that their current truce will only last until they find the armor. “I suppose until we see this through,”  There is something sharp about her smile, the same electricity still crackling over her feathers and down along her spine, dissipating amongst the hair on her tail.

She doesn’t know the details about his arrangement with Marisol, only that the Halcyon were meant to aide him in the rediscovery of Prudence. There had been nothing said about how they would treat repossession, after all, and she had plans for that armor that involved her being the one to find it and bring it back to the barracks. If Senna got in her way, well … it would simply be unfortunate, as she was beginning to appreciate his dry wit.

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