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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