Sleeping Dragon chosen paths

Having never seen boarders from the unwelcomed side on which she now stood Scythia was given to a rare instance of transcendental thought. In Paralia, new citizens were either; transient barters, enslaved nemeses or, the occasional decent on recess from their own civic. Deciding that she was none of these things the Roman daughter shifted in minor irritation. She certainly wouldn’t have herself mistaken for haggler or chattel but, the notion of being taken in as honored guest still presented undesirable restraints. If she was going to find beloved Tegyrios and convince him of her disassociation from Rome –as was her mission- she would have to begin her atonement now. And that meant creating an existence outside of the inborn excess that her brother so hated.

Ignited by this understanding as the sentinel came from veil, Scythia disremembered her reluctance and offered the first words between them. "Guard," she labeled in error. "I am Scythia Odysseia of Paralia. Please –go and tell your Ducis a good Roman woman is at your boarders willing to exchange her worth for a rank amongst you." It was a talent that even in the absence of nerves Scythia could express herself with a certain degree of eloquence. Quieting as she canted head to side and presented herself as inoffensive but of value she waited for the black wolf to scuttle back to castle with her message in toe.