#Albunea

[marine-indie-gal]

The Roman God of The Wild, Shepherds, Flocks, Music, Fertility, and Hunters. "Pan" is his Greek Name, though unlike his history by his Original Greek Name, Faunus has a different history when he was once called "Innus" but that was when that the name "Faunus" became a Roman Translation to "Pan".

Faunus is one of the most Oldest Deities among the Roman Pantheon, known as the "Di Indigetes" in which by the Poet, Virgil, Faunus was a legendary king of Latins. His shade was consulted as a Goddess of Prophecy by the name, "Fatuus" by the Oracles in the sacred grove of Tibur around in the Well of Albunea and on the Aventine Hill in Ancient Rome.

Marcus Terentius Varro asserted that the oracular responses were given in the Saturnian verse believing that Faunus could reveal the future in dreams and that voices were communicated to those who came to sleep in his precincts, to those who lie on the fleeces of sacrificed lambs. William Warde Flower suggested that Faunus is identical with Favonius (One of the Roman Wind Deities).

The Name, "Faunus" came from a stem of the Proto-Italic lanugauge, "Fawe" or "Fawono" being cognate with Umbrian fons, such as the word, "Foner" meaning "Merciful") and that it may derive Proto-Indo-European of the word, "Favourable" which also reflects to the Old Irish language, "Buan" meaning "Good", "Favourable", and "Firm" and in the Middle Welsh, "Maiden" or "Sweetheart". Another Theory of the Name itself contends that Faunus is the Latin outcome of PIE's word, "The Strangler" denoting from the World, "Wolf". A Strange Fact is that a proposition suggested by the fact that the Two Luperic (Wolf Men in which "Lupus" is latin for "Wolf") are commonly treated as temporary priests of the god Faunus.

Another one of Faunus' true origins is that he may originated from Indo-European Mythology and that he may have been related to the Vedic God, "Rudra" in which that it was believed that he was once worshipped by traditional Roman Farmers before becoming a Nature Deity.

Unlike Pan's Family, Faunus' Family was different from his Greek Equivlent as he was said to be an Old King of Latium, a Grandson of Saturn, the Son of Picus and even the Father of Latinus with a Nymph by the name, "Marcia" as his wife (sometimes known as his Mother). He was raised to the position of a tutelary deity of the land, for his many services to agriculture and cattle-breeding.  A Female version of Faunus was called "Fauna" was associated in his worship as she regarded as both a Sister and Wife while a Goddess by the name, "Bona Dea" was often equated with Fauna.

While Pan was accompanied by Satyrs, Faunus was accompanied by Fauns believeing that Faunus was their own Chief since Fauns were often gentle creatures of Woodland while Satyrs were more preverted-creatures.

Faunus was worshipped across the Roman Empire for many centuries. An example of this was a set of thirty-two 4th century spoons found near Thetford in England in 1979. They had been engraved with the name "Faunus", and each had a different epithet after the god's name. The spoons also bore Christian symbols, and it has been suggested that these were initially Christian but later taken and devoted to Faunus by pagans. The 4th century was a time of large scale Christianisation, and the discovery provides evidence that even during the decline of traditional Roman religion, the god Faunus was still worshipped.

SBSP Universe

Faunus is The Roman God of The Wild, Shepherds, Flocks, Music, Fertility, and Hunters. He is a Second Caretaker of the Wild and even a King of the Woods and even the Chief of the Fauns. His Greek Counterpart is Pan. Faunus is well-mannered and polite with a kind heart. Unlike Pan, who is more preverted, Faunus is more gentle as he is very generous around others as he personally likes to give the Good their own Money for Food. Like Pan, he has a habit of Music and he does take responsibilites as a King really well. Throughout Parades, he is often guided by Animals who usually go with him as Deer tend to pull the chariot of Faunus throughout the parade of the forests.  Around his Earliest Life, he used to live in the Mountains but was abanonded as a baby for unknown reasons until he was then raised by Bears. Faunus grew up living with Bears until One Day, some Hunters came in the Woods and try to hunt Faunus' adopted family but Faunus managed to safe them but he ended up captured by the Hunters who decided to kidnap and take him for fortune. Soon enough, under his prison cell, Faunus began to create his own instrument made out of reed and made it his own instrument so that whenever he played the music, he would miss his own family and think about the good times.  However, his prison life didn't last that very long as he manged himself to escape with the help of some Forest Animals in the Woods who help the Faun Man escape as he finally managed to run away without the Hunters even noticing. Naturually, after his escape, he rested down in the Woods until the Morning, he found himself that he was in a forest guarded by the Fauns and even the Nymphs of the Roman Woods, although he tried everything to get home to return to his Bear Family but Faunus felt so discrated by the beauty of the forest that he decided to make himself at home around in the Woods. Upon in one of his travels, he came across a village of Fauns and Nymphs, upon one of the challenges around in the village was a Stag fight between two Fauns to see on will win to become the Best King of the Forest. Faunus took in the challenge of the Stag Fight game against Another Faun as he won, thus, becoming the New Chief of Fauns after the Old Chief died due to old age. As Faunus became King of the Forest, he was very helpful and kind around the Fauns and Nymphs as he even helped around many of the Town's folks' problems. He often tend festivals around by his people, even on some days accompanied by Bacchus' Party Festivals. One time, he challenged Phoebus through a Music Composition to see who had the Best Music and that King Krabas had to be the judge. Of course, Faunus did won while Phobeus' music on the other hand felt critized as Phoebus cursed King Krabas into having Snail Eyes. He's very well mannered with King Neptune but doesn't agree on his own personal status of being King of his own Land. He would also get along with SpongeBob and Patrick due to their love for nature and would probably join him in a Music Band but he would also like to teach Squidward how to play music properly. Faunus (c) Roman Mythology SpongeBob SquarePants (c) Stephen Hillenburg

[drowningparty]

I won't die. Of that I am all but certain. My life is too contigent to lead to anything so absolute as death. I have not enough real mortality. No doubt I will eventually fade away and be lost in oblivion, as I would have done long ago if the poet hadn't summoned me into existence. Perhaps I will become a false dream clinging like a bat to the underside of the leaves of the tree at the gates of the underworld, or an owl flitting in the dark oaks of Albunea. But I won't have to tear myself from life and go down into the dark, as he did, poor man, first in his imagination, and then as his own ghost. We each have to endure our own afterlife, he said to me once, or that is one way to understand what he said. But that dim loitering about, down in the underworld, waiting to be forgotten or reborn—that isn't true being, not even half true as my being is as I write and your read it, and nowhere near as true as in his words, the splendid, vivid words I've lived in for centuries.

Ursula K Le Guin, Lavinia.

[velociraptrix]

it is now, time for crab

[heloisane]

hepimiz tesadüfiyiz, koşullara bağlıyız. içerleme aptalca ve yüce gönüllülükten uzak bir duygu, öfke bile yetersiz. deniz yüzeyinde bir ış��k zerresiyim, akşam yıldızından gelen bir parıltıyım. korku içinde yaşıyorum. hiç yaşamadıysam bile en azından rüzgârda sessiz bir kanadım, albunea ormanında vücutsuz bir sesim. konuşuyorum, ama tek söyleyebildiğim “devam et, devam” .

[harvard-art-museums-prints]

Sibylla Tiburtina, nomine Albunea, Girolamo Carattoni, 18th century, Harvard Art Museums: Prints

Harvard Art Museums/Fogg Museum, Gift of Belinda L. Randall from the collection of John Witt Randall

https://www.harvardartmuseums.org/collections/object/241976

[fanatic1997]

Cup of Coffee

Summary: It was finals week and you’re TA, Tom, found you stressed out at the library studying for your lab final. So naturally, he decides to help you, after all you are his favorite student. Things get a bit interesting when you start using him as a model to point out certain organs and muscles.

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader

Warning: NSFW!

Words: 3,000

You flipped through your study guide looking over all the muscles and organ systems you were supposed to have memorized by 9:00 am tomorrow morning. You could feel a headache rapidly forming behind your eyes from staring at all the images you had taken during lab.

You rubbed the back of your neck, it was almost 11:00pm and the library was still full of stressed students studying for finals. You heard a couple of students yawning but everybody there knew they wouldn’t be going home any time soon. You felt almost a kinship with the rest of the students sitting at other tables, hairs disheveled from running their hands through it, dark circles under their eyes and papers spread across their study tables.

You turned your phone in all different directions to try to understand where a particular muscle was in the leg. For the life of you, you couldn’t understand where the pectineus muscle was located. You groaned, you were probably going to fail your final and you dropped your head into your hands, fully preparing yourself for the damage you were about give your GPA.

“You seem like you need this more than I do,” you heard a soft voice say.

You looked up to the familiar face of your TA and you could feel your face rapidly heating up from being caught in such a vulnerable state. Plus, it didn’t help that Tom was the reason why you were struggling so hard in your Human A&P lab.  

Your professor had allowed Tom, your teacher’s assistant, to spear head most of the labs, especially teaching the class where all the organs, bones and muscles were located on models.

In all honesty, it was really hard to stay focused on where he was pointing on the models when all you could focus on was the flexing and relaxing of his biceps. Now that muscle you had understood quiet intimately.

You knew you weren’t the only one in the class that was crushing on Tom. He was sweet and he really tried to make sure everybody understood the subject. Plus, his accent didn’t help the situation at all. The amount of girls swooning over him were not in short supply and you had to bite your tongue every time one of your class mates made a pass at him. But he would turn them down nicely, stating that he couldn’t possibly afford to buy them and the rest of the class coffee since he didn’t have favorites.

But you liked to think that you were his favorite. It might be your imagination running wild but it seemed like Tom lingered at your work bench a little longer than the rest explaining models to you. He would even hover over your shoulder while you were filling out worksheets. Or maybe he just thought you were an idiot that desperately needed help

When it came down to the reproductive system, the whole class fell just a little bit more in love with Tom when he could barely point at the male and especially the female parts without blushing. Blame your wild mind, but you could have sworn Tom was purposely avoiding your eyes during that particular lab.

And now your very adorable TA was standing in front of you looking like a beacon of hope while you struggled to remember anything from your lab besides the rippling of his muscles.

Tom placed the cup of coffee in front of you. “You look like you might need some help,” Tom gave you a small smile as he saw the study guide in front of you basically dripping in highlighter.

You watched Tom waive off his friends, telling them that his favorite student was in need. You watched the group nod before walking off. What you didn’t see was the group pushing Tom towards you when they had seen you at one of the tables when they had first walked into the library. Nor did you see them tell Tom to give you his coffee. Nor did you see them throw smirks from behind you when they had walked off to leave the two of you alone.

“Is my hopelessness showing again,” you cracked a small, smile. Maybe making light of your situation would help you get over this “L” you were about to take.

“Maybe just a little, love.” Tom eyes crinkled as he threw you an amused smile. He pulled up a chair next to you and looked over your study guide. “So what do you need help with first?” he asked, leaning over to you to look at your mess of worksheets.

The next 30 minutes were spent with Tom teaching you all the muscles and organs on the pictures you had taken of the models. You tried your best to understand and memorize all the locations but it was just not sticking.

“Alright, which is organ is this one,” Tom tapped on your phone screen to the torso of a model. You looked at it and then you racked your brain for the answer. When your mind came back blank, you groaned and threw your head into your hands.

“I’m sorry, it’s not you, it’s me.” You groaned. “I just can’t get my mind wrapped around it.”

Tom pulled your hands down from your face. “Maybe you just need the physical models.” Tom looked over your sheets on the table. Tom bit his lip slightly. You stared at the bit of lip between his teeth. He had yet to let go of your hands as well.

“I can open up one of the labs and we can go practice on the models. I feel like it’ll help solidify your learning?” Tom whispered while leaning in closer to you. He wasn’t technically supposed to be opening up labs for students.

You could barely muster a nod while Tom stared into your eyes and held your hands in his.

You quickly packed up your stuff, receiving a few stares from your fellow stressed students in the library for making too much noise. Some of them threw you envious looks thinking that you were finished studying when they had a long night waiting for them.

Tom opened the door to the science building, ushering you in before the two of you made your way to the science labs. Tom looked around the hallway before sliding in the key to one of the labs. The whole building seemed empty but the lights were still on.

The two of you walked in and Tom opened the cabinets to slide out the models. You slid your book bag off and sat down at a workbench. You opened your book bag and pulled out your study guide while Tom sat the models in front of you.

“Alright love, let’s start with the muscles,” he pulled out a model and quickly made work to point them out to you. Then he took a seat and asked you to stand up and try to teach him where they were. You felt a bit nervous when it was your turn but Tom was right, having the physical models was much easier than looking at diagrams and worksheets. You could feel yourself flush when Tom watched you intently but the smile he threw your way when he recognized your nerves only gave you confidence.

“Okay, how about the flexor carpi radialis?” Tom asked raising an eyebrow. He knew this muscle was tricky on the model. He watched you fumble around panicking for few seconds before standing up to try to point it out to you.

“Wait… I know it’s this muscle on the arm,” you said turning to point it out on his forearm. You traced the muscle pointing it out to Tom. You didn’t want to look completely stupid in front of your crush; you were just not used to the models really. You were so busy racking your brain to make sure you were right that you didn’t notice Tom swallow thickly feeling you run your fingers almost temptingly slow up his arm.

“You’re right, it is that muscle. On the model, its number 33.” Tom voiced reluctantly. You nodded, reaching for the model to look at the numbers and then scribbling it down on your study guide once you had located it.

A little while later, Tom had moved on to reviewing the organ systems. The only one left on the list to review was the reproductive system. You could tell Tom was hesitating and you looked down at your phone to see that it was already 2:00 am. You could feel your guilt wash over for taking so much of Tom’s time.

“Tom, we should get going. I’m sure you have finals you want to study for and I feel so much better about my final already. I can just wing the reproductive system,” you smiled tiredly.

Tom’s presence was stronger than caffeine so you had managed to put off your tiredness ‘til now. But all great things must come to an end eventually.

Tom gave you almost a sad smile. Honestly, being one on one with you was worth putting off his studying. Even if he had told everybody else that he didn’t have favorites, you were his. You were smart and witty. He had seen your grades in lecture and he knew you were top of your class. Why you were struggling now was beyond him. He hoped that maybe you had been distracted in lab as much as he was by you. He had been working up his courage all semester to ask you out.

“I can cover the pretty fast if you want me to?” Tom eyes pleaded. He just didn’t want this night to end just yet.

Neither did you so you nodded. You watched as Tom pulled out the model of the female vulva and the male penis. You could feel your cheeks heating up and you took comfort in the slight pink orbs that stained Tom’s cheeks as well.  

“So this is the glans, also known as the head. The shaft which has 2 corpus cavernosums running through it. The corpus spongiosum surrounds the urethra. The scrotal sack is at the base which contains the testes. Remember, the testes are surrounded by the albunea tunica….”

“Wait, what are the functions of the corpus cavernosum,” you crinkled your eyebrows confused.

You watched Tom swallow thickly before answering. “They fill up with blood and ultimately allow the penis to become erect,” Tom answered quietly.

You felt your cheeks heat up immediately and you had to look away from Tom’s eyes that had almost melted into pools of an emotion you couldn’t quite place. You could see your reflection is his dilated pupils.

Blame your college hormones or even your sleep deprived mind, but you continued on this path of self destruction. “What causes them to engorge,” you whispered.

Tom could barely hold back. This was his moment; he could literally feel it if the tightening of his briefs was any indication. “physical stimulation of the glans or just the thought of…. Of sex” he replied.

And in that instant, it was like a light switch was flipped off in your brain and you threw all caution to the wind as you felt Tom grab your arm and pull you into him. You felt his hand guide your lips to his and his other hand slid slightly up your shirt to rest on the bottom of your back.

Your adorable TA left a searing trail of kisses from your lips to your neck and all you could do was gasp at the feel of him nipping your collarbone.

“I’m not sure if you can tell love, but my corpus cavernosum is pretty engorged,” he breathed out. You could definitely feel the culprit pressing against your thigh.

“Can… can I see it? I’ve never …. seen a real one before,” you could almost roll your eyes at your lameness. But you’d be damned if you wasted this opportunity and anyways, wasn’t this the best stress reliever?

Tom hesitated for a moment, biting his lip to ponder whether this was such a good idea. He didn’t want just a hook up and you almost took back what you had said but then he seemed throw all caution to the wind just like you and quickly unbuckled his belt and unhooked the button of his pants.

The awkwardness of being in a classroom and pulling his member out was almost enough to make him go limp but your closeness kept his erection going.

His low rise briefs made your mouth water and his erection almost peeked out from the slit. You looked at Tom, asking for permission and he nodded giving you full access. His head lolled back when you slightly tugged his member from the slit of his briefs. He thought you would have slid his briefs down to see it but this way was almost more erotic; like you couldn’t be bothered to fully remove his clothing.

You watched Tom clench his jaw as you ran your finger up his shaft. “This is the shaft, and this is the glans,” you said, almost in a haze. He bit his cheek when you encircled the head. “The urethral opening is right here,” you pointed out. You returned to running your fingers up and down his shaft, not fully grasping it which only frustrated Tom some more. “The corpus cavernosa are fully engorged now,” you stated to your TA with full confidence and all Tom could manage was a simple nod. His eyes were closed, completely focused on your kitten strokes. He desperately wanted to further this activity.

Tom swallowed thickly, “actually, it can become even more engorged during longer stimulation.” He finally looked at you. His pupils were blown completely out of proportion and you finally recognized the look in his eyes as lust.

You finally wrapped your whole hand around Tom’s shaft. Tom’s eyes rolled to the back of his head before letting out a soft groan.

Blame your overly exhausted mind. Or maybe the recent amount of dopamine that had just been released into your brain. Nothing would be able to explain the surge of confidence that overtook you as you knelt in front of him wrapped your mouth around his dick. Tom’s eyes bulged as he looked down at you. You looked back up at him. “Darling you don’t have to,” Tom said almost painfully. You’re only response was to bob your head and Tom seemed to accept your answer as he rolled his head back and groaned softly.

You covered Tom’s shaft with your hand and pumped while your mouth worked his head. You swirled your tongue around, not really knowing exactly what you were supposed to do since this was your first time pleasing somebody. You did your best to work at the spots that seemed to make Tom tense. Tom could tell it was your first time going down on someone but he took pride in knowing he was your first. So he was more vocal with you; groaning when you found a particular sensitive spot which he noted didn’t take you very long. He almost came, just thinking of the fact that you were a natural at this.

You felt his hand that had found his way into your hair, massage your scalp slightly. You were a bit surprised at your own arousal that pooled heat into your core at doing this.

It didn’t take long for you to really hit the jackpot and you felt Tom’s fingers tighten their hold and he shifted his hand to your cheek to pull you impossibly closer. Curiosity overcame you and you removed your other hand that had been working his shaft and opened your mouth to try to fit as much of him in you, just to see if you could manage to fit all of him in your mouth. As you mouth covered most of his dick, you licked with your tongue as much as you could and sucked on him slightly. Tom seemed to like that because he had to reach back and hold onto the workbench as his knees buckled. You did a couple of more deep throats before you felt Tom slightly tug at your hair to get you to look at him. “Darling, I’m close,” he said softly. He didn’t want cum in your mouth, especially since you hadn’t tasted cum before. It wasn’t for everybody.

Tom was a bit surprised when you only nodded and continued to bob your head. His surprise washed away quickly when he felt his balls tighten as your lovely mouth had taken his whole girth. Another stroke and Tom saw stars as his orgasm over took him. His head fell back as he supported his weight on the bench behind him. His body seemed to convulse even stronger than any other time. He felt his dick spurt his cum into your mouth.

You watched Tom groan out your name as you felt his thick liquid spurt into your mouth. You continued to pump his member through his orgasm and you swallowed as much as you could. You finally stopped pumping him when he had finished cumming.

“Darling, that was amazing,” Tom breathed. He helped you back up and he quickly adjusted himself and pulled his pants back up. “Please can I…., can I return the favor.” If you had thought Tom’s pupils couldn’t dilate more due to lust, you were completely mistaken.

…

Let’s just say that you passed your lab final with flying colors the next morning. And the blush that seemed to permanently stain your cheeks while your TA walked around the classroom, throwing you a small smile when your eyes met, only served to remind you of the best sleep, although a bit short, you’ve had during finals.

You walked out of your final, feeling confident in your grade, coffee cup, purchased by Tom that morning, in hand.

Part 2

My first NSFW, let me know what you think ;) Also, picture is not mine. I had to repost due to some technical difficulties. Im not sure why it’s not showing up in the searches so please share if you can:)

[sybilius]

29 +30

29. three songs that you connect with right now.

Hmmm you asked about me, eh...not my characters...

Sisyphus, Andrew Bird. To Noise Making (Sing), Hozier. Closer to Fine, Indigo Girls.

30. pick one of your favorite quotes.

“We are all contingent. Resentment is foolish and ungenerous, and even anger is inadequate. I am a fleck of light on the surface of the sea, a glint of light from the evening star. I live in awe. If I never lived at all, yet I am a silent wing on the wind, a bodiless voice in the forest of Albunea. I speak, but all I can say is: Go, go on.”

- Ursula K LeGuin

[margaretdallospedale]

Ecco come si conclude il nostro #inviaggioconeva (ma attenzione perché @isagrassano ed io vi abbiamo preparato una sorpresa, in arrivo tra pochi giorni, che vi svelerà ancora tradizioni di Tivoli e dintorni)! Siamo ancora a Villa d’Este nella bellissima Tivoli e questa volta vi mostro la Fontana dell’Ovato. È uno dei simboli di Tivoli che si trova proprio alla fine del viale delle cento fontane, ovvero uno dei luoghi per il quale in molti conoscono Villa d’Este. La Fontana è formata da un’esedra semicircolare al cui interno è collocata una grande vasca che riceve l’acqua direttamente dal fiume Aniene grazie al gioco di condutture. Sulla sommità della fontana si trovano le statue della Sibilla Albunea con Melicerte; e le rappresentazioni dei fiumi Aniene ed Ercolano. La fontana dell’Ovato è considerata una delle più importanti tra le numerosissime presenti a Villa d’Este. Thanks to @tivoligrandtour @renatochioccia @daniela_aprile Photo credit @isagrassano #tivoli #villadeste #fontanadellovato #lazio #travelblogger #presstrip #blogtour #bloggertour #travelwriter (presso Villa D'este. Tivoli Rome) https://www.instagram.com/p/CaHiDhhs7pT/?utm_medium=tumblr

[desyartis]

Villa d'Este - Fontana dell'Ovato o Fontana di Tivoli 21 agosto 2021 Viene detta dell'Ovato, per la sua particolare forma ovale, con al centro la grande vasca nella quale finiscono tutte le acque cadenti e zampillanti della fontana. In questa fontana confluisce l'acqua convogliata dal fiume Aniene attraverso un canale che passa sotto la città, così come in tutte le altre fontane della Villa. Sulla sommità della fontana si trovano le statue che raffigurano la Sibilla Tiburtina o Albunea e Melicerte. #fontanadellovato #fontanaditivoli #pirroligorio #fiumeaniene #villadeste #tivoli #italy #rome #architecture #igerslazio #igerstivoli #villadestetivoli #visittivoli #visititalia #travelitaly (presso Villa d'Este) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUMuXGJA9RX/?utm_medium=tumblr

[purgatoryandme]

If there’s one thing Bucky has learned in his last month of eavesdropping, it’s that Tony owns a shit ton of satellites for surveillance. More than any other person or corporation on Earth.

Tony calls them The Oracles (Sibyl, Pythia, Cassandra, Sambethe, Albunea, Lavinia, and definitely more that he had yet to mention), but whispers about the Fates when he’s with Thor. Illuminate Me - Chapter 34

[matildaslab]

Matt Groening & Albunea groeningi

Matt Groening & Albunea groeningi

Matilda’s Lab ©2021. https://twitter.com/matildaslab

[mdp-maxroma1959-blog]

#Repost @publia.cruciani #inrepostme @insaver.best —— | Sibilla Albunea | . . . "Possedeva nove libri sibillini tre libri li bruciò Predisse la nascita di Cristo" #arte #riciclocreativo #recycle #mare #sibillaalbunea #librisibillini #Sibilla (presso Bagnaia, Lazio, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIUC5mJBOPQ/?igshid=8172jwjzbmn0

[drowningparty]

I am a fleck of light on the surface of the sea, a glint of light from the evening star. I live in awe. If I never lived at all, yet I am a silent wing on the wind, a bodiless voice in the forest of Albunea. I speak, but all I can say is: Go, go on.

Ursula K Le Guin, Lavinia.

[effulgentpoet]

[harvard-art-museums-prints]

The Sybil Albunea, Anonymous Italy (Ferrara) 1497, 1474, Harvard Art Museums: Prints

Harvard Art Museums/Fogg Museum, Gift of Philip Hofer Size: Image: 6.4 × 7 cm (2 1/2 × 2 3/4 in.) Sheet: 16 × 17.4 cm (6 5/16 × 6 7/8 in.)

https://www.harvardartmuseums.org/collections/object/252338

[artscult]

032-remipes, hippa, albunea - high resolution image from old book.