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praefectus - Seutonius - 12/16/2025

having mended enough to go longer distances along, seutonius used this recovered ability and returned to the place he had once met Gjalla. he had found her understanding of military weight to be quite a balm, and though he did not consider friendship in any situation, she had been a good companion.
he owed hunting to dawnbreak, but seutonius suspected he should first practice. hitching with a slight limp up the hillwalk, he settled himself against that knowing tree and turned his eyes out over the nightfall drop remembering how he had once sat here in a muddle of anguish and herbs.




RE: praefectus - Gjalla - 12/16/2025

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she came here for the quiet. for the sky, for the way the stars burned so clean and bright, untroubled by the mess of living things. for prayer, if she did not wish to climb mountains. she did not come for men, or memories, or conversations left unfinished. certainly not for a limping roman with a mind full of orders.

to suggest that the woman had frequented this place on account of him would be an egregious assumption. an influence? well. best not to ask such questions.

still, she is already there when he arrived, half-curled near the crest of the hill, dark pelt dusted with frost, gaze tilted heavenward as if she had been counting the dead. she did not startle at the sound of his approach; she had smelt him long before he cleared the rise.

only when the snow cracks beneath his feet does she turn her face to him. roman, she greeted smoothly with the incline of his head.



RE: praefectus - Seutonius - 12/18/2025

gjalla. his senses had brought her to him at last, but he sat in recline and let his eyes drift to the bare branches laced over him. what do the stars say this evening? he asked, not quite teasing but without the great wet blanket of his usual ire. the pain in his leg throbbed once and then let him go.
grateful, seutonius was silent. there were few moments where filling every second with speech held reason, and this was not one of those. he let himself taste the night with all his senses; the warming earth beneath him, the bark at his spine and the back of his skull. the wintry glow of refracted light from the snow; the soft pulse of starlight. gjalla.
if peace came to the roman now, he did not know its name.