The villa of the Albini, the preferred residence of the current pater familias of that respectable patrician clan, lies just south of Roma, in the rolling hills of Latium close to Ostia. A road of connects the villa to the road to Ostia, allowing easy access to the ports there. It is no coincidence that the first building inside the walls of the compound one sees once coming in from this road is the warehouse and depot.
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He is welcomed into the home of the flamen, where Albinus the Elder meets him in the vestibulum (entrance hall). No pointed apex sat his head, since he was under his own roof, but his toga praetexta's hood was pulled over his head in a fashion of capite velato.
"Salve," the flamen said, nodding politely to the visitor
The young lad bowed quietly. "Salve. I am Octavius Julius Iulus, youngest son of the Consul. I am hoping to begin my political career this Elections, and I had thought we could could benefit from an alliance with each other."
The young man with a mop of brown, curly hair Albinus had met arrives to his villa, seeking a meeting with the senator.
An attendant meets him in the vestibulum, and leads him deeper into the domus to a room where Albinus the Elder sat behind a desk of sorts, looking over a scroll.
As the young Milo entered, he looked up from his work and smiled politely.
"Salve, Sextus, welcome. What brings you to my villa this day?"
An attendant meets him in the vestibulum, and leads him deeper into the domus to a room where Albinus the Elder sat behind a desk of sorts, looking over a scroll.
As the young Milo entered, he looked up from his work and smiled politely.
"Salve, Sextus, welcome. What brings you to my villa this day?"
"Ave, flamen dialis"
Said the young man, respectfully.
"I hope omens are benign of late. I must congratulate you for your recent wedding, hope your wife is in good health"
He smiled.
"Senator, you might know I run for quaestor this year, while my dearest brother runs for consul, none less. Alas, I lack the extensive relations of Quintus and thus decided to know better his acquaintances"
"Come in, sit with us," the purple-striped hierophant led him into the domus, to where the pool of water sat in the middle.
A dark haired girl visibly younger than Octavius took a seat as they joined her; she was dressed in a woman's equivalent of what Albinus wore, her hair tied up with a purple string. The Flaminica Dialis. She sat quietly, averting her eyes in a shy, obedient fashion.
"How old are you this year, Octavius?" Albinus the Elder's eyes glanced over his guest's clean-shaven face.
"My brother was taken prisoner at Tifernus. We do not know if he will return alive or in a sound enough state to follow the cursus. It is my filial and fraternal duty to fulfill his role and place.
"I can sympathize. We must do our familial duty as Jupiter commands," the flamen concluded.
Silence. He turned to glance at his young wife.
"My dear, go see what my daughters are up to," he told her gently, giving her an excuse to leave his side.
Watching her go, Albinus turned back to his guest with a pensive look.
"The quaestorship you say... A friend of mine's younger brother seeks that magistracy.. " his mouth curled into an amused smile as he spoke, ".. he is a roudy young man, that one."
Octavius cocked his head quietly. "Luckily there are two spots for Quaestership, but, unfortunately, you can only back one."
Octavius scratched his cheek and continued. "I am not rowdy, per say" he said thoughtfully and politely "Although I have had my moments. I am not a friend so much as an acquaintance. What I am is experienced in monetary matters and I will remember the men who become my friends once I take up office. Be it this year or in the future."