Post by Celta Meiru on Oct 13, 2011 19:47:03 GMT -5
The sun was menacing as it remained high in the sky, not a cloud in sight to help keep the atmosphere even slightly cool. Even the trees were probably sweating. Yet here Celta was, riding Eolas through her adoptive parents' estate, and it was a day where not even the disgustingly hot sun could keep her down from her high. Last night was one of the best nights in court she had ever been a part of.
It was part of the five days of festivities for the coronation and birthday of Arthur, who was a friend of hers, and she made a connection with Sir Percival, one of Arthur's knights. He was kind and very similar to her, and they talked for a good portion of the evening, after he had spilled wine on her dress, which she was still smiling about. And she couldn't forget that Arthur was now where he belonged, on the throne of Camelot as serving King of Camelot since his father wasn't very well and has basically withdrawn to his chambers day and night.
Eolas was also behaving very well, so Celta took advantage of the situation and urged her on even faster so that they were galloping along the open green land. Celta's hair was down and whipping around her face and shoulders as they ran on for another ten minutes or so before Celta slowed her mare down, gasping in deep, laughing breaths. She decided that the both of them had had enough exercise and so turned her on the route back to the manor. One of their servants working in the field, a kind older man named William, met her as she trotted past.
"My lady, why are you still riding? Lord Hadrian said there will be a visitor today," he told her with a bow of his head. Celta slapped a palm to her forehead and thanked him with a soft smile before prodding Eolas into a canter to get there before the guest, hopefully. There was no strangers in sight, and she sighed in relief. Hadrian still had not given her any clue as to who was coming to their estate, and she did not really care at this point. Friends of her father were either other members of the court or men she would rather not converse with.
"There you are!" Edella snapped Celta out of her reverie, and she looked down at her as she dismounted and led the horse towards the stable, but not before her mother fixed her hair and nodded. Celta was wearing her silk, white riding dress which form fitted to her with her knee high black boots. "You look naturally beautiful today, darling. At least you look presentable, unlike last time." Celta tried not to smile at what her parents had considered a disaster, yet she found absolutely hilarious. Well, she couldn't help it if the pigs had decided to escape their pen, and she was the only one around to catch them!
Her father came striding out of the house purposefully, and Celta was about to roll her eyes and keep walking to put Eolas away, but he glared at her to stop and then his attention was focused on a spot ahead. A polite smile broke out on his face, and she knew the visitor had arrived. Another older servant was standing beside her, ready to take all of the horses back to the stable. She stroked Eolas' neck and then proceeded to turn herself and the horse around to face and greet the newcomer, a kind smile on her face as Edella had always taught her, with no idea of just who had come to visit that day.
