Ad Altiora Certamus// Cheyenne
Jan 7, 2016 2:06:22 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2016 2:06:22 GMT -5
Ad Altiora Certamus: "To The Highest Endeavour"
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Isabella strode through the Principia foyer, the faint clicking of her boot heels signaling her entrance. With her right hand, she smoothed the fabric of her white blouse. In her left, she held a gift basket filled with sampler chocolates, lavish soaps, and several types of ripe fruits. The items were set of rich, purple satin and tied with a golden bow. Attach to the receptacle was a simple note. On it, written in cursive, read “To Praetor Cheyenne, From Isabella D.L..”
If it were up to Isa, she would’ve kept the items for herself. With all the time and effort she’d invested in the Legion, the daughter of Venus surely deserved to treat herself. Besides, what was a gift basket to a Roman Praetor? With the army wrapped around her finger, Cheyenne could easily set her hands on a box of mediocre chocolates and some soap from New Rome, free of charge. But how else was she supposed to make herself known to the Praetor? Amid the sea of courageous Romans, Isabella was just another normality. Hence the gift basket, which would be the first step of making herself known to Cheyenne.
She approached the Praetorian office and briefly knocked, but only as a warning. She stepped in immediately after, plastering on a forged smile. The daughter of Venus had caught the leader just in time, as there were no other legionnaires or advisers occupying her attention. “Good afternoon, Praetor," she said, handing her the basket. “On behalf of the Legion, courtesy of myself. It’s the least I—we could do after all you’ve done for the Senatus Populusque Romanus.” Isa wanted to roll her eyes at herself, but she maintained her courteous façade. Kissing ass was a crucial part to climbing the ranks. Thankfully, for her, it was something she did best...especially after several years of experience.
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tag: Cheyenne Achilles
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Isabella strode through the Principia foyer, the faint clicking of her boot heels signaling her entrance. With her right hand, she smoothed the fabric of her white blouse. In her left, she held a gift basket filled with sampler chocolates, lavish soaps, and several types of ripe fruits. The items were set of rich, purple satin and tied with a golden bow. Attach to the receptacle was a simple note. On it, written in cursive, read “To Praetor Cheyenne, From Isabella D.L..”
If it were up to Isa, she would’ve kept the items for herself. With all the time and effort she’d invested in the Legion, the daughter of Venus surely deserved to treat herself. Besides, what was a gift basket to a Roman Praetor? With the army wrapped around her finger, Cheyenne could easily set her hands on a box of mediocre chocolates and some soap from New Rome, free of charge. But how else was she supposed to make herself known to the Praetor? Amid the sea of courageous Romans, Isabella was just another normality. Hence the gift basket, which would be the first step of making herself known to Cheyenne.
She approached the Praetorian office and briefly knocked, but only as a warning. She stepped in immediately after, plastering on a forged smile. The daughter of Venus had caught the leader just in time, as there were no other legionnaires or advisers occupying her attention. “Good afternoon, Praetor," she said, handing her the basket. “On behalf of the Legion, courtesy of myself. It’s the least I—we could do after all you’ve done for the Senatus Populusque Romanus.” Isa wanted to roll her eyes at herself, but she maintained her courteous façade. Kissing ass was a crucial part to climbing the ranks. Thankfully, for her, it was something she did best...especially after several years of experience.
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tag: Cheyenne Achilles
