Mists of Gold (meeting)

Caelia's life experiences had been painfully limited, but it seemed that was about to change very quickly. She was grateful that her mother thought they old enough to explore parts of the moor on their own.. well, sort of, since they were always either being supervised or exploring with one another, or otherwise not very far out of their mother's reach. Caelia was eager to finally meet the rest of Celestial, though shared Artur's wariness on the subject. At their mother's word, she would behave, at least on the surface.. though she did firmly believe that those adopted into the family her mother had rightfully been born into were lesser, she too knew they would be the ones training them and teaching them valuable life skills. She would cooperate, lest she risk another lecture from her mother, which she was growing quickly tired of as she got older. Rebelling seemed more fruitless as time went on, and the sharp reprimands from Gwenevere were beginning to seem more like valuable lessons than annoying motherly nagging.

A her mother's comment about not wanting to seem like a spoiled little brat, she shook her head firmly from side to side. No, she most definitely didn't want to seem like any of those things, and she doubted her siblings did either. She leaned toward Artur's seriousness, finding less interest in mischief as, say, Geoffrey did.. but she loved them all the same. She moved quietly beside her siblings, watching with pride as her mother lifted her head to call the pack together - she hoped this meeting would be an interesting ones, and hoped the wolves of Celestial weren't as dreadfully boring as she feared they might be.