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Sep. 13th, 2017 07:26 pmGannicus had dedicated most of his time outside of work to getting the property in better order. There were good fences, but some parts needed mending. The large barn had needed some repair to keep out drafts and to make it live-able and safe for whatever livestock they might decide to keep.
He also had plans for smaller out-buildings. Maybe a green house for Hild, perhaps a place for chickens if any of them felt up to keeping them. Gannicus was more interested in sheep: he knew them better, had spent most of his childhood tending a flock.
There had been a time when he had never been able to imagine a settled life for himself. He had been so certain the arena would take him, and when he survived that, the memories of his years there and of the people he lost haunted him. He had no family left where he came from, so he had stayed in Rome, working enough that he could keep himself in wine and company.
Everything was different now.
He had spent a good part of the morning working outside and when he came in he found a message on his phone. He stood in the kitchen for a long moment, reading it carefully. Thanks to Dorian he had the skill to work with at all, but comprehension had come slowly, and he practiced every day.
He also had plans for smaller out-buildings. Maybe a green house for Hild, perhaps a place for chickens if any of them felt up to keeping them. Gannicus was more interested in sheep: he knew them better, had spent most of his childhood tending a flock.
There had been a time when he had never been able to imagine a settled life for himself. He had been so certain the arena would take him, and when he survived that, the memories of his years there and of the people he lost haunted him. He had no family left where he came from, so he had stayed in Rome, working enough that he could keep himself in wine and company.
Everything was different now.
He had spent a good part of the morning working outside and when he came in he found a message on his phone. He stood in the kitchen for a long moment, reading it carefully. Thanks to Dorian he had the skill to work with at all, but comprehension had come slowly, and he practiced every day.
