On cold nights, she knows that she'll remember Tertulla. It makes her eyes sting and her chest tighten. Tertulla. Spoken by Calpernia, it might as well be a lullaby.
"Mm." Tertia shakes her head when Calpernia speaks about opportunities. Not because she's denying it, but because she wants to dismiss the very idea that Calpernia needs to downplay her genius. Knowing that this woman is so sharp and so clever is a pleasure in and of itself; who cares whether Tertia is, too? She certainly doesn't.
"I wish I could hear everything about you, and about your life. But - Doctissima - why are you here?" She can't just stand around basking in the fact that she's speaking to the Calpernia. "They said you weren't captured in battle - They said you surrendered yourself."
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"Mm." Tertia shakes her head when Calpernia speaks about opportunities. Not because she's denying it, but because she wants to dismiss the very idea that Calpernia needs to downplay her genius. Knowing that this woman is so sharp and so clever is a pleasure in and of itself; who cares whether Tertia is, too? She certainly doesn't.
"I wish I could hear everything about you, and about your life. But - Doctissima - why are you here?" She can't just stand around basking in the fact that she's speaking to the Calpernia. "They said you weren't captured in battle - They said you surrendered yourself."