Sleeping Dragon chosen paths

Scythia’s inattention to the divine was a standard truth. She collected baubles for own amusement, issued slaves as substitute parishioners and cited the Gods in many of her more uncouth witticisms. Common things amongst the magnates of Rome, they were eases allowed by the reassuring wealth that surrounded them. However, even outside of Paralia and given many opportunities to smite her, Juno seemed to instead cosset the irreligious Odysseia.

The latest in these curious furnishings was a vision from the female’s own thoughts –a commune steered by women and near absent men. Of course in a more standard setting Scythia would have favored the exact opposite but, without attendants to ensure her safekeeping she dared not test the merit of Juno’s benevolence amongst unknown men. 

Far off from the illusory boarder she assembled generic statistics concerning the inhabitants’ condition and numbers. It wasn’t the sort of critical information that would balance her final decision but it was enough to see her towards them for further valuation.

While trotting within a mile relative to the front door she wondered aloud on quarreled doubts. "Juno, if it is to be then I beg you to keep Jupiter’s cock from ass in this endeavor." Knowing all too well the sometimes ruinous outlook of the God she offered a cold entreaty to his wife. Perhaps she wasn’t the most romantic in her conveyance but as the Odysseia called out into the distance she bargained hard within her otherwise godless heart.