Tiberinus

[Patricus I]

Nimeda’s cynicism was welcome company. Cities, like entire empires, rose and fell. Only the Church endured. Intriguing that she did not perceive the overtone upon the landscape. She spoke as a silent witness to the undulations of time. “Do you die?” he asked. Thalia was certainly as mortal as anyone else, although the notion that she could channel was not forgotten. Did that change her? Did it change Nimeda?

The blurted question touched the air, but without wind Philip’s shiver must have been from an internal chill. He was ready to depart Rome, if only to escape the memory of the dream that brought him here. Neither was he in the mood to float in preferred waterbeds. “And no, I won’t show you. If you want to see the city, you can walk around any time you want.”