[center] Two weeks had passed -- two very long weeks. The entire house seemed to be on edge, which had only been slightly comfortable to Clara considering she wasn’t the only one who’d noticed something was different. Although she was probably the least qualified to even make a comment about it - she knew enough to see the changes; she could [i]feel[/i] the difference and it almost made her skin crawl. However, the fact that no one else had even made the move to question it or furthermore check him out -- it had bothered her. Clearly something had happened between him and Ryanair - the two that had been so close it nearly made her sick, had suddenly become very distant. Before, she’d noticed how Ryanair always had to touch Kieran; always had to have the closeness that Clara never could -- and now he was hardly seen in the same room with the man. 

All of this left her terribly unsettled through each day, growing worse and worse as it’d gotten under her skin. All of her frustration was bubbling up within her, threatening to explode on each and every one of them -- she’d wanted to scream and shout - shake them, make them see what had been going on and make them ultimately fix it. 

Yet, their silence also told her everything she needed to know - maybe none of them knew just what to do. 

Christian had seen her agitation; he’d seen it slowly simmering towards a boil and had decided it was best to stay clear. Kieran’s actions were indeed odd, and the distance that was between them had only grown -- actions that had been far from what Kieran had once told him a few weeks back. He’d made mention of reconciliation, and yet, Christian had seen none of that. It had been quite the opposite, he’d noticed, that even Ryanair had been distant towards his own sire. 

Still - he’d hardly known both of them well enough to pass judgement, regardless of the fact that it seemed to be rather obvious that Kieran did not usually act in such a way... 

Throughout those two weeks, Clara had become just as distant. She did not mingle with the rest; she kept to herself and simply observed. The damn man put on a show well enough - he’d come down, interact, show face -- but it wasn’t the norm. He seemed detached - like he’d physically been there but mentally -- he just wasn’t. And each time he’d shown his presence and Clara happened to be around, she could not help but study him with that same glare - knowing full well something was different and yet she’d had no answers. 

Many a restless night she’d been wandering the manor - mulling over what to do, trying not to crawl out of her own skin. She’d been tempted to just give it all up and run away - He’d never notice she was gone and perhaps it would have been the best for her as well. There was nothing for her here other than a sire who could care less about her existence -- she’d felt it more and more each day and it weighed heavy on her shoulders - more so than she’d like to admit. 

And yet, each time she was ready to just turn everything in and leave, her feet stayed rooted. The fact that Ryanair was always off on it his own had set off alarms and she simply could not ignore it. 

So - when she finally had noticed he’d been alone, she wasted no time in sneaking behind him to shut the door and lean against it to prevent him from leaving. Her bright eyes remained focused on him, determined to get some answers. 

“What the hell is going on?” She’d bit out, but her words had only been a hiss. She did not need others to hear her or evesdrop either -- they didn’t want to help before, she sure as hell didn’t need their help now. “I know you know more than the others, so don’t lie to me. You used to fawn over him and now you hide - what did he do?” Her words had suddenly softened without realization. Maybe it was also the instinct to keep others from getting hurt like she had - but something within her had also wanted to protect Ryanair -- no matter how much she’d denied it. She’d been terribly jealous of the other male without even admitting it to herself, but to see the same man who’d scorned her in such a way now do something to cause Ryanair to shy away -- it hit a nerve that she no longer could ignore. [/center] [@Arista]