Ceridwen considered Beothric's words thoughtfully. He seemed nice enough, for a Saxon, but she still wasn't quite sure whether she could trust him and even if she could, she was feeling a bit guarded right now.
Despite having spent most of the day seated - being meticulously groomed at home and then riding on the palanquin rather than engaging in the sort of vigorous outdoor play that was her wont, the day had been an emotionally taxing one for the poor girl, leaving her quite tired - and very hungry!
"Are there... children at the camp?" She asked, trying not to sound too excited at the prospect of having playmates. For starters it struck her as a very childish consideration. For another, Ceridwen wasn't fully sure Saxons *had* children. She'd only ever seen or heard about Saxon men - perhaps they sprang from the earth like mushrooms?
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