Woods: Claire/Daniel
[Claire didn't know what Daniel was expecting, but in this moment she looked every bit like the avenging angel from legend. Crimson cloak billowed out behind her as she navigated through the woods as quickly as she could, her body wrapped head to toe in black leather just as she was the night she'd met Daniel in Rome minus the traveling armory. Where her heavy golden brooch should have been resting at her suprasternal well, instead dangled those heart-shaped sunglasses she'd grown so fond of over the past few years. There was no attempt to hide her heavy (and admittedly frantic) steps, twigs snapping loud beneath combat boots while she scanned the trees. She wanted Daniel to hear her. She wanted him to know she was coming to bring him home.
Of course, the spear didn't help her avoid looking like the killer that she was. Claire needed it for the ritual to work properly as she tracked him or she would have left it at home. If someone asked, well, she could come up with something having to do with being drugged. ...Why couldn't the egg hunt have been imps? She could slaughter imps. That was easy.
She currently cared little about what happened at the egg hunt as her worry for Daniel boiled hot in her chest. He was moving. That much she could feel. He said he'd wait, and he wasn't. There were no more messages from him either. Maybe Louis had found him, or... well, it was better not to think of the alternative. The alternative ended with the separation of Daniel's head from his body. Claire didn't want to know why he wasn't hungry, and she certainly didn't want to consider the sun's effect on his mental stability. It was so much simpler when they just burst into clouds of ash in the daylight.
Though, to be fair, Claire would have been devastated if something untoward happened to Daniel. So she continued to track him down, prepared for the worst, the grip on her spear white-knuckled in distress.]