Post by Octavia on Feb 12, 2008 17:56:39 GMT -5
The young Queen Octavia rode a white horse out of the city of Rome. She was wearing a elegantly made green dress, with her hair flowing in long, dark brown waves behind her. She was finally able to be alone, for once, since she had ordered her guards to stay behind. She could handle herself, but she sometimes thought that her guards thought that she would end up getting herself killed. Although she appreciated their concern, she really wasn't going to get herself into a situation that could mean her death.
Octavia slowed her horse down to a trot, then a walk as she approached a bluff that over looked the sea, back to where her land was. She got off her horse, tying it a tree carefully as she pet it on it's neck. She moved away from her horse as she approached the edge of the bluff, just as the sun was beginning to set in the west. There was a warm, salty breeze that moved her hair gently as the waves hit the rocks below, sending ocean spray into the air.
All in all, it was rather peaceful. She knew that war was looming on the horizon that would involve her people and the Carthaginians. The Celtiberians were a free people, no other country would rule them and the Carthaginians already invaded once, completely by surprise. It was a cowards move, but a move that got the Carthaginians the southern coast of her land. Now, she was going to take it back, either by words or force. She was ready for war and she knew her people were as well. They thirsted for revenge, for many of their brethren that fell during the defense of the cities along the coast. It was captured around the time that Octavia just inherited the Queen position. She wasn't ready, and the Carthaginians exploited that weakness. Now, Octavia was ready to show them that she is stronger and she is ready to do what it takes to get back her land that is rightfully hers. A land that belongs to the free people of Celtiberia.
Octavia slowed her horse down to a trot, then a walk as she approached a bluff that over looked the sea, back to where her land was. She got off her horse, tying it a tree carefully as she pet it on it's neck. She moved away from her horse as she approached the edge of the bluff, just as the sun was beginning to set in the west. There was a warm, salty breeze that moved her hair gently as the waves hit the rocks below, sending ocean spray into the air.
All in all, it was rather peaceful. She knew that war was looming on the horizon that would involve her people and the Carthaginians. The Celtiberians were a free people, no other country would rule them and the Carthaginians already invaded once, completely by surprise. It was a cowards move, but a move that got the Carthaginians the southern coast of her land. Now, she was going to take it back, either by words or force. She was ready for war and she knew her people were as well. They thirsted for revenge, for many of their brethren that fell during the defense of the cities along the coast. It was captured around the time that Octavia just inherited the Queen position. She wasn't ready, and the Carthaginians exploited that weakness. Now, Octavia was ready to show them that she is stronger and she is ready to do what it takes to get back her land that is rightfully hers. A land that belongs to the free people of Celtiberia.
