[center] Clara was quiet as she walked away with Christian, refusing to glance back at Kieran or even the mansion. Whatever, this little game of cat and mouse would keep her mind off of the night before, and for that she was at least grateful. The fact that he really had no valid reason for what he’d done had pissed her off even further - but it seemed that he felt at least some remorse. But why now? Was it that she was there, in the flesh in front of him and he felt that he needed to atone for his sins only for his own relief? Lord, he never came looking from her after it had happened -- there had been centuries in between that time and now... 

She gave a little sigh at her own thoughts as she walked with Christian, but she’d pulled away from him to stretch her arms over her head. “Are you okay?” She’d heard the voice next to her and she’d only glanced over to Christian in return with a little shrug of her shoulders. “I’m fine -- why?”

“You’re just too quiet -- not your usual quiet, just... distant.” He completed as he shoved his hands in his pockets again. Once more she gave a little shrug as she glanced to Anna as well. “Don’t worry about it, Christian -- Let’s just figure all of this out and be done with it.” Clara reminded him and looked forward again. 

She felt like it would be a wild goose chase. It was difficult to find a mage unless they wanted to be found -- Although, with how reckless this one seemed to be, it probably wouldn’t be too long at all before they found [i]something[/i]. Still, Clara had no particular idea as to what they were looking for. She’d never dealt with mages - hell, Christian and her always had kept a low profile. He’d never really gotten involved in things like this unless he was in a position to. 

She assumed he must have felt guilty enough that Kieran and the others had helped them and put a roof over their heads -- he owed them. Clara almost scoffed at the thought - She didn’t owe Kieran shit. At the realization that her thoughts had flown right back to her sire she glared at the treeline ahead of her, growing frustrated. Fuck - She needed to keep herself distracted and quickly. Hell, she needed another good fight.. [/center][@Arista]