Libera (vino_libertas) wrote in nevermore_past, @ 2016-04-29 14:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | honos, libera |
WHO: Libera & Honos
WHAT: Celebrating Saturnalia in Ancient Rome!
The poet Catullus called it 'the best of days' and he was quite right in saying so. Libera had come to adore the Festival of Saturn because when else did the native Romans get to celebrate their hard earned freedoms quite like then? The sacrifices and public banquet in the Forum were always a delight and the air filled with the sound of laughter and the atmosphere of revelry. Anything could happen in these days - masters served slaves, people gambled, and one god in particular walked freely among the populace in the Forum.
Libera had dressed herself well, like she was nothing more than any other lower class Roman woman. No use to dress well and pretend she was one of the proper ladies. She should have been behind doors in that case, but the poor? The poor had so much more freedom than that and Libera reveled in being among her own little worshipers, the plebs she guarded over. She shared meat with strangers and laughed and bawdy tales told among women and danced around the fire, a god among mortals.
Libera herself was still considered a newborn to these lands; she was loved and known, but only a few decades had passed since the temple had been erected to her. In the lives of gods, that was nothing but the blink of an eye.
So when she felt another like herself she stopped her dancing and scanned the crowd for the familiar. Her gazed ended on one like herself but also quite unlike herself: Honos, a god far more related to battles than she was, and a god she had only met in the briefest of passings.
But to him now she smiled, and gestured that he should come to her by the fire.