<span style="color: #BF8000"> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Gadiel</span></div><br/><br/>Gadiel had no choice but to leave his spot, his eyes had not seen his twin. <span style="font-style: italic">"Will she not see me?"</span> he thought to himself as one of the guards ordered him inside. The many men inside cheered and drank wine while others stood along the walls and cells paying no mind to the others, there was talk of more games to come. Of the joined ludus, how the Roman's loved there games of blood and death. He would have to get better if he was to save himself or in the very least his sister. At this point the wine was looking better, if but for only a moment to forget this disgusting place of blood and sand. <br/><br/>And soon the temptation over came him and soon wine filled his mouth sating the mind and darkening the present. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted something that made his blood run cold. The site of his twin her pale green eyes on him, her hands griping a large jug of wine meant for the nobles. Her expression conveyed nothing till he saw her eyes, anger filled them. Before he could move a step towards the gated irons, she was gone in second her light steps carrying her swiftly. <br/><br/>Gadiel threw his cup into the nearest wall "Fuck" his voice rang out causing a few of the others to look at him strangely but quickly ignore and go about there night. Gadiel angry with himself stalked off to find a vacant room to calm himself and set his mind straight. But he knew that look, she would not ask to see him now. Even if the gods themselves implored. Girl was stubborn and held on to things like no other.  So with that self loathing and guilt wrecked havoc on Gadiel's mind.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4040"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Dalia</span></div><br/><br/>Dalia bowed to her Dominus "As you command Dominus" her reply soft as she left Her Dominus Xavier. Really all she had left were to make sure everything was running smoothly<span style="font-style: italic">" and keep the wine flowing if from a fountain"</span> she thought to herself a memory of the old hermit. He had been a dear man a Roman but a good man, which is why he was ruined so easily. As Dalia spent more and more time in the villa's among the Roman Nobles nothing was more important then Power and what you held over others.This she noted while serving the swine, keeping her eyes cast down. Trying to remain unnoticed, do as told, and always hold your tongue.<br/><br/>A house slave gently tugged her arm, "They require more wine" she said it was of the house under her Domius' rule. The girl was like a leaf ready to wilt under the searing sun of her Roman Master's. "Be still child I shall fetch the wine, I fear you will drop it with your shaking" she said placing an arm on the girl trying to steady her. quickly with light steps she made it to the celler and grabbed a heavy jug full of wine, but as she stood a face stood out from the crowd of men. Her brother Gadiel, He had joined in with the others of the gluttony of wine. Here she stood serving whilst he drink's to stat himself. And as the anger grew in her his hazel's eyes caught sight of her. But anger threatened to erupt in her. As fast as she could carry the jug she moved to the top of the steps the air no longer muggy and the smell of men, but of flowers and food. <span style="font-style: italic">"What sicken scent"</span> she thought to herself.<br/><br/>Pushing her feet to move and cursing herself not to dare let a tear drop she made it to the small shaking leaf of a girl offering her the wine. Exchanging the jugs with out a word, Dalia made her way to the kitchen placing the jug down. Her emotion's swirling in her threatening to take hold, but slowly she came out of it. Promising herself she would destroy this place one day from the inside  even if it killed her. This place had taken her dream, fragile and small as they were. Her flower given away at an evening just like this with the smell of flowers and food. The thought made her sick, but for now she needed to do as commanded. </span>