Re: Woods: Claire/Daniel
Claire's eyes darted hawkishly back and forth, steel searching shade as the chill along her spine grew stronger and pulled her west. No, west-northwest. A few steps and then no. North-northwest. Claire grumbled under her breath and shuffled quickly through budding grass and over tangled roots.
These trees had been destroyed by God Himself last night. Dies Irae. God had been disappointed in her choices. No, they were drugged. It was all a hallucination. But, it came from her own subconscious then, did it not? Claire shook those thoughts from her mind, and then saw a dart of movement in her peripheral. Muscles in her back tensed with what felt like shards of ice that erupted out from her spine. "Daniel," she whispered under her breath and broke into a sprint at the figure that weaved in and out of vision between trees.
With the spear Claire was faster, stronger, more able. A special weapon that was tuned to the blood that ran through her veins. However, it was rather stupid to be running around in public with a spear that was nearly a foot taller than she was. Most people weren't even allowed to carry proper knives, let alone an ancient weapon with a never-tarnishing silver blade on one end and an iron spike on the other. Paired with the Inquisitor's cloak that flapped like wings behind her as she nearly flew through the woods, it was almost the trifecta of Bellatora threat. She was missing her armor, both physically and personally.
"Caro! Wait!" Her voice carried easy on the breeze, and there was concern edged around each word. Claire had gotten close enough to see that he was injured. Gruesome, and her empathy got the better of her. The clenching within her chest came with guilt. She should have been faster. She should have been able to keep him from harm. She should have gotten something of his and cast the other ritual. Oh, there was always a way for her to flip this into her fault. Catholics had a talent for it.
Daniel stopped, perhaps not because of her pleas, but it didn't matter. Her steps didn't slow, charging as fast as she could towards the tree he was peering out from. Again, this was probably also a very bad choice. There was no considering how it could have been mistaken as a threat, only that she needed to get her cloak to him to prevent any further damage.