[It's not long before she finds herself on the roof. Days of talking to strangers and not finding a thing familiar to her have made her certain this is all a dream, but she's not so bold as to throw herself off the ramparts and see whether she can fly. Yet she'll lean over as far as she can, to try and look down at the castle and the grounds below. What is it like, to fall so far?
Batiatus' ludus sat neatly on that cliffside over Capua, and she never truly took the time to cherish that view. Did Lucretia? How often had that woman stared out at the city, as Ilithyia did now in Paradisa? Did she ever think to lean over the edge of that balcony as far as she could?
Her nails scrape against the stone with enough force to break them.]
ilithyia | spartacus
Batiatus' ludus sat neatly on that cliffside over Capua, and she never truly took the time to cherish that view. Did Lucretia? How often had that woman stared out at the city, as Ilithyia did now in Paradisa? Did she ever think to lean over the edge of that balcony as far as she could?
Her nails scrape against the stone with enough force to break them.]