[ And it has been some time, period. Still, she recalls all of those awful stories Myrddin told her as a child about Alesia, Inis Mona, and of her ancestor, Caradog. She imagines he wouldn't respond well in this situation as she sits there taking a sip of wine. He likely would have left his seat, but even someone as young as she is that would be in poor taste, no matter how much she wants to follow in Myrddin's path. ]
Well.
[ Compliments are always fine and good, they have the potential of going to her head real quick. Regina runs her hand through her white hair before tossing it over her shoulder. ]
I'm very sorry that they're not meeting your expectations.
[ Or something. It may, admittedly, take some time to ease in the fact she's talking to a Roman. ]
How long has it been for you?
[ What the hell, she's curious. She wonders what the reaction would be to admit that she practices the Druid faith. ]
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Well.
[ Compliments are always fine and good, they have the potential of going to her head real quick. Regina runs her hand through her white hair before tossing it over her shoulder. ]
I'm very sorry that they're not meeting your expectations.
[ Or something. It may, admittedly, take some time to ease in the fact she's talking to a Roman. ]
How long has it been for you?
[ What the hell, she's curious. She wonders what the reaction would be to admit that she practices the Druid faith. ]