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TeenInk How would you rearrange this old cliche? "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar" http://t.co/xTNZxcKYxK
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TeenInk "Thinking is the best way to travel." - The Moody Blues http://t.co/5jzE5kVJyB
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TeenInk If this is the ending of the story, what is the beginning? http://t.co/gRzPosYXRi
A servant opened the door and showed Aquilo into the dining room. When she saw him enter, Cecelia got up from where she had been sitting. "Welcome." She smiled softly. "My father will be here in a moment."
Aquilo smiled at her and stared at the dinner set up. "Nice arrangements," he said as he stood waiting for her father.
Her father strode in soon after. "Good evening," he greeted. "My name is Camillus Aurelinus. You must me Aquilo, am I right? I found your views at the dinner yesterday to be very interesting."
Aquilo outstretched his hand. "Nice to meet you sir. You have a lovely home, a lovely daughter too and I thank you for inviting me. With no disrespect Sir, politics were more my father's suit and the military is mine. We can't claim to be the strongest nation with a weak General and Second in command." He smiled a soft smile.
"I can see where you're coming from," Camillus said. "My late son was in the army for a short while and he was always complaining that it wasn't how it should be. I'm sure he would have got on well with you." Cecelia looked at the floor, blinking back tears. She still found it hard when people spoke of him.
"I'm sure he was a fine soldier and would have made a finer Second in Command. Had my knee not been blown out, I would have refrenced his name to the Emperor." Aquilo smiled a reassuring smile at Cecila.
Camillus smiled guiltily. "Perhaps we should go and sit down," he suggested with a tone of authority. Cecelia waited for Aquilo so she could follow him into the dining room.
Aquilo follewed Camillus into the dinning room and took a seat. He frowned slightly. He never did like dinners much, he prefered to eat alone. He waited for someone to start up a conversation.
"Pater," Cecelia said once everyone sat down. "Aquilo said that he's tried to make amends to everyone he hurt when he was a soldier. Isn't that admirable?" Camillus looked surprised, but nodded. "Certainly," he said. "How are you planning to do that?"
"Well Sir, I was raised by my sister and she taught me most of everything I know, including some war tactics. But the most important thing she taught me was amendment. I've hurt a lot of people during my time in the military and it's time to make amends. I've made a lot of money in the city and I plan on finding everyone I've gutted during my time in the military. I know giving them money isn't enough, but it's all I've got." Aquilo swallowed, he never expected her to tell anyone, much less her father, or remember what he said.
"Well, that really is excellent," Camillus commended him. Cecelia smiled too. She really liked Aquilo, even though she had just met him. She had to find a way to talk to him alone later on, so they could talk about solving her brother's murder. That was if he still wanted to help her.
Aquilo coughed. "Excuse me, but may I use your bathroom?" Aquilo questioned as he shifted in his seat.
Cecelia stood up immediately. "Let me show you where it is," she said quickly, ignoring the questioning glance Camillus sent her. It might give the chance to have a private word with Aquilo.
Aquilo quickly glanced at her father before he stood up to follow her. "Thank you," he said as he followed her quietly. The house was lovely, it reminded him of his childhood home. His sister would take care of him, after all, their mother died giving birth to him. He loved his sister a lot, she was more like a mother and he occasionally did call her mother. The house is lovely, even in Roman standard for a patriach society / household.
Cecelia lead the way into one of the many bathrooms in the house, far away from the dining room. "Do you think I might have a word with you, once you've...you know..."
"Yeah, sure. Uh ... excue me." He slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He quickly walked over to the toliet to relieve himself. After he was done, he flushed and washed his hands. He dried his hands before he opened the door and walked up. "What do you want to talk about?" He had a feeling he already knew the answer.
"My brother," Cecelia said matter-of-factly. "But I have to speak to you alone because my father won't approve of me bringing his death up again. He wants to forget all about and he doesn't understand that I just can't do that."
Aquilo nodded his head. "Of course," he said as he smiled what he hoped looked like a smile. He had a feeling she'd ask this of him. "I can't guarantee anything, but I will listen to what you have and want," he tells her calmly.
"We can't be away from the meal long enough now for me to tell you everything, so I was wondering if I could come and visit you," Cecelia requested. She'd have to work out a way to sneak out, but it would be worth it.
He mentally went through his calendar to see.when he'd be available. He'd be busy this whole week, he's less busy tomorrow. "Tomorrow, I wont have much time, but I can make room for a pretty girl like you." He smiled.
