+welcome to the twelfth legion
notfeelinggodly, threeheadedmutt, evanidalux, halfborneblood
Reyna should not be going back to her bunk at two in the morning. She either should have taken a break to sleep much earlier, or just slept in her office. If Octavian heard wind of the praetor having to creep into her room in the dead of night, he'd never let her live it down. She'd be irresponsible, a rule breaker--and no doubt the reason for her late entry would be twisted so grossly before the senate that she would have been doing drugs and having sex with the citizens of New Rome instead of trying to finish up the mountain or work she had to do.
At least she's had stealth practice. It serves her well for about a thousand feet before she literally trips over someone else's foot, nearly taking a spill to the ground.
There's a whole lot of Latin swear words being spat into the air, and even a couple in Spanish, and then Reyna's got her dagger at the (probably accidental) offender's throat. "What are you doing out so late?" she hisses irritably. Nearly tripping on her face doesn't help the sleep deprivation and anxiety about Octavian.
