<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Ovinus<br/>~Balcony~</span></span></div><div class="floatleft">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb395/Angzyn/My%20Characters/gcs_054_panorama-2002_martina_colombari_january.jpg)</div>Eyes could not help but fall on the Gladiator that looked up at her. A small smile crossing her lips, but short lived when Pan spoke up. The young mistress of the house turning to look at her friend and personal slave. The two had been together for as long as Ovinus could remember. Even if the girl was older then her mistress by a few years, the two had played together as children when Ovinus’ mother was not around. She could even remember sneaking Pan into her room during winter nights to help keep warm though they never told anyone….nothing happened but still it was not lady like.<br/><br/>“No I’m find for now,” hand waving some, though she did move away from the edge of the large balcony. A soft smile once again crossing her lips but this time aimed toward her slave. Though something else quickly caught her eye. There, coming up the stares, was her older brother Cassius. The younger of her two brothers, but still he was indeed her elder. She had not seen him in some time, but understood why. Walking up to him slowly as he made his way toward her. Letting him grab hold of her slightly to his side. His words did her ears good. “As it is you brother. I didn’t know you where back, what time of night did you get in?”<br/><br/>A hand slightly resting on his lower back as she once more looked over the balcony and watched the beast below train for the arena’s battle field. “That I do. Nothing else to do around here that mother and father would not disapprove of or scold me for.” Her words holding a bitter tone, but he might know why. Yet that was all she would say. Letting the time pass with her brother and enjoying it. Not even noticing that her mother walked up behind them.<br/><br/>Body jumping slightly when she heard her mother’s voice. Eyes narrowing slightly at her comment. Oh how she wanted to say something back. To tell her mother what had building inside ever sense she learned that her father would not pay her Tocher and with it all hopes of marriage. Watching as her family stood by his decision. “Morning mother. I hope the Gods blessed you with peaceful dreams.”<br/><br/>Looking over her mother’s shoulder when her father spoke. Seemed the family was gathering already in the early morning hours. “Well Father, and I hope you are the same? Is a new stock coming today?” Choice words being left out. Trying to hold a smile to her lips despite how she felt right now. Praying to the Gods to give her wisdom to understand her father’s choice.