11/9/2025, 7:10 AM
some time ago suetonius had met a kindly woman with mottled fur, and now it seemed she was one of the eminent figures for today. dalmatia. clad in elkwhite, it was her craft which had laid these fruits and blooms at the man's place. he decided he would partake later, smiling politely as the young couple gazed into one another's eyes, lifting his voice with
what happened next he did not understand. seutonius held few superstitions and was more dutiful than religious. his passion lay in other things, and one of them was the slander of heathens. yet had they not taken him in? mended him?
thus far the roman had not been untoward in his thoughts. but as some force seemed to gather, as the dawnbreak wolves cried out and reacted, he grew more and more unsure. for suetonius this translated into a grand stillness, the role of a soldier who has been put on watch.
mother. was that what they were saying? a shudder might have threatened one with less control, and silently he watched with a face grown unreadable the longer these proceedings went on. if his own dam had crawled from her grave, he might have thought himself mad. was this normal? did this happen often at such gatherings? on and on, the questions which suetonius could not answer.
many congratulationswhen there was a lull.
what happened next he did not understand. seutonius held few superstitions and was more dutiful than religious. his passion lay in other things, and one of them was the slander of heathens. yet had they not taken him in? mended him?
thus far the roman had not been untoward in his thoughts. but as some force seemed to gather, as the dawnbreak wolves cried out and reacted, he grew more and more unsure. for suetonius this translated into a grand stillness, the role of a soldier who has been put on watch.
mother. was that what they were saying? a shudder might have threatened one with less control, and silently he watched with a face grown unreadable the longer these proceedings went on. if his own dam had crawled from her grave, he might have thought himself mad. was this normal? did this happen often at such gatherings? on and on, the questions which suetonius could not answer.
