A Blast from the Past (Celta) Oct 16, 2011 23:42:11 GMT -5
Post by Celta Meiru on Oct 16, 2011 23:42:11 GMT -5
The ale was gone in her cup, but she did not want to merely stop at one ale. She looked over at the barkeep with a smile. She asked him for another and thanked him as he nodded and walked away to get the ale for her. She set her empty tankard back down in front of her and faced the gentleman next to her once more. Her blue eyes roamed casually across his face, trying to figure him out. However, she found he was difficult to read and so shrugged it off and put it in the back of her mind for later She decided to answer his questions instead.
"I may be stubborn and hate the nobles that suffocate me, but I'm not an idiot," was her reply to him. "I would never publicly say what I think. I prefer to keep my head on my shoulders." Although several times, she almost lost it and spouted off everything in her mind, if Hadrian hadn't been there to shut her up and make an excuse for her to get some air and calm down. She knew it was also pointless to tell them your opinions in court, especially Celta's, because they never listened anyway. It was true, what Gwaine had said. Nobles did look after their interests, and their interests alone.
"They care too much for everything they want and not what they need or already have," she agreed with him solemnly, nodding a quick but polite thank you as the man set a new tankard of ale in front of her. She took a long sip as he told her she was unusual for a noblewoman, and she laughed gently. At least he was being honest with her now, and that's what she liked to hear. "Thank you. Of course I don't mind when you give me such a kind and true compliment," she smirked at him and looked away for a second before back at him.
She listened to him talk about his time in Mercia, intent to hear what he had to say. That was something they had in common. Celta hadn't truly been back to this part of Mercia since she left when she was twelve. The company was more scarce here than it had been, and everyone was still acquaintances or strangers here. Not a lot of people in Mercia cared about each other as much as Camelot, even the commoners. Mercia was mostly a city where you trusted a small amount of people, and even then, they can turn on you in a heartbeat.
"No. I haven't been back to Mercia since my family died..." she froze, her eyes immediately closing as she realized what she had said. No one was supposed to know who she was, why she was back, or anything about her connections with Mercia. And here she was, stupidly running her mouth and telling a man she barely knew why she left. With a deep breath and long exhale, her haunted eyes reopened to look right into his before she contemplated chugging her drink. Well, now he knew part of everything. She wondered just what else she would end up having to tell him tonight.