Celia busied herself steadily, listening to the man's story and fretting quietly to herself when she heard mention of a baby. She wasn't too sure that she could handle a baby. She gave her name when asked, smiling politely. As she turned to look at the couple, she saw the man smile. It frightened her. What frightened her even more was the force she felt upon her body. It pulled her right into his grip. As she struggled, her magic flared in attempt to free herself from this trap.<br/><br/>"I... I..." She couldn't even find the words she needed when asked about her heritage. She could feel his grip around her throat, not tight but very rough none the less. "Uni...corn." She managed. Why did it matter what she was? Celia worried about the force she felt. There was nothing she could do and it frightened her greatly. "Wh-what... Are... You?" She trembled in his grasp.