The priestess stood on a hill. Tendrils of dark hair, loosely bound in a braid, whirled about her face as she scanned the sky.
No birds today. Not a single sparrow, swallow, certainly none of the majestic eagles that would please her Caesar.
An ornithomancer, she had spent the morning preparing for divination, wandering the Forum Boarium to find the
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I really had a wonderful time writing the fictionalized portions, although the rest took a lot out of me, lol.
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It's so funny how some topics just scream to you that there's a definite path to take with them but others you flounder around for a while before settling.
This one was like that - I was really tempted to write something lighter, because I don't need to be in *this* place this week, but it was a story I've long wanted to share.
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But, I try to look at bad happenings as chances to learn - and the saddest part of the story is that J and I actually had a really great relationship in so mnay ways - he had been terribly supportive, but, like so many people when they are stressed and drinking, he just let it get way out of control one night. He didn't want to hurt me, but he did.
I was scared of him after that and any good from our relationship was superceded by that fact for years after we split.
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Well done!
~*~
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