What do you mean? That there aren't in the RP, or that there really weren't? In ancient Scottland/Caledonia(as it was known to the Romans) Pictish/Celtic tribes fought the Romans and Hadrian's wall was built to separate the Romans from "the barbarians." The Romans beat the English/Welsh Britons. But could not get very far into Caledonia ever. There were still wars and battles and stuff though. Sorry, that was a lot. I'm a nerd. It's fine.
If she can't be part of a Caledonian tribe she'll be Gaulish.
I narrow my eyes at the man and approach him so I can speak quietly.
"I asked her to tell me, yes?"
"Then to not have spoken would have gotten her in trouble. Now let go of her and get out of my sight."
I look over at the girl, and can't stop myself from reaching out and brushing my fingers over the purple in her hair.
"I was born with it like that."
"Its..." I have to search for the right word, "... rather enchanting." I turn and look over at my father, speaking normally again.
"I'll take this one."
He nods and with a wave of hid hand She's lead away, and I know she'll be waiting in one of my rooms.
There's something about that girl.... She wasn't meant to be a slave, and I plan to change her status as soon as I can.
I'm walking a few feet behind the woman I'm supposed to call mistress carrying the new urn she bought. These Romans have no taste, all black and tan pictures of their myths. Where is the green, the gold, the knots?
"Keep up girl!!"
I look down at the ground under my feet and then over at the fountain. Wait. Past it. Myna, the one these pigs call "errand girl." And those boys.
One attempts to push her and when she dodges the other starts to yell.
No. I set the urn down as the lady stops to look at more goods, and walk over, careful to avoid having my bare feet stepped on by fast moving shoppers.
The oldest turns and looks at me, snearing.
"What are you going to do, slave?"
He moves to hit her but I smack his hand to the side and pull her closer to me.
The lady shouts my "name" across the street, her voice shrill.
"Looks like your mistress is calling, Girl."
He tries to grab Myna but she steps back and I step in front of her.
I don't even see his hand move before it smacks across my cheek.
I stiffen up, and look back at him. I can't fall, or cry, because then he wins.
She's closer now.
"Leave her alone. Pig.**"
The look confused for a moment and we take the opportunity to go, Myna picking up the dropped good She'd been carrying and I turn and run back to the lady.
She seems even more sour than usual though.
"I called you and you didn't come, now come!"
She grabs my hair and pulls me over to the urn and rather large box full of jewelry.
"Pick them up. Now!"
I do as she says, and stand and follow as she continues shopping.
*I googled stuff and that was the word for prince, I think.
** I don't know Gaulish or Pictish, so.... itallics. Whoo.
I hope they were both okay.