Re: Woods: Claire/Daniel
The girls? That was possibly her fault. She had messed up all those months ago, and caused harm to someone very dear to Daniel. There was no way for her to reconcile for those sins, and she often wondered why Daniel continued to speak with her. Then again, with what she'd seen last night, perhaps no one should. She was a danger to anyone close to her. Grey eyes went unfocused for a moment as she recalled her own hallucinations before a blink brought her attention back to the cloaked figure. "Good. Did Jude say what else happened there? Is that how you knew?" Jude. Patron saint of lost causes. No relevance to the current situation, but it was often Claire's initial reaction upon hearing certain names. Made it easier to recall at later times.
She laughed in a short huff under her breath, "You're incorrigible." Daniel was also stubborn and impossible, and that only served to amuse her at times. As the situation seemed to not be quite as dire, this sunglasses argument was one of those times. "Only way to find out if you're right is if you put them on." So dry in her mock-annoyance, "But you won't."
The return of his eyes from that endless and maddening inky black was another relief, but the alternative was hardly any comfort either. "Certo. Mi dispiace," she said with resignation as he reprimanded her, her voice just barely cracking on the last syllable. Moving away was unnecessary. Not that she blamed him, but it made her feel like she was some horribly wicked creature for being concerned about his well-being. Claire wrapped her arms around her knees and pulled them tight to her chest, making herself as small as she could next to the tree. At least Daniel treated her powers like the curse that they were. It was her fault for letting Carver make her think that her powers were a gift instead of the intrusive violation that it clearly was.
Claire dropped her head down to hide whatever self-pity she felt and sighed at his question. Hadn't she explained this in their messages? Well, he was out of sorts then. "I cast a ritual. Enhances the spear's effects. I could feel the danger you emanate, and I followed it." The words were mumbled with her forehead against her knees, very matter of fact. Didn't everyone cast rituals to interact with ancient weapons that were bound by blood to them? Speaking of... Claire pushed herself up from the tree and went to pick up the spear that had been abandoned on the ground nearby. "I would have been here quicker if I had something of yours. Different ritual. Much more powerful."