“We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high.”
"We need to-" ####### started, but he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps, at least three people, and he looked at Shiralee and Clara in shock. One man walked up to them, without noticing Clara. "Where is the child?" he asked Shiralee. Clara walked behind Shiralee, being as quiet as possible, her emerald green eyes concentrating #### ## the man.
Shiralee arched an eyebrow, as if she had no idea of what they spoke of. "Child? We are nomads; a child would be too much of a responsibility for us".
The first man grabbed her by the front of her blouse, but then gradually moved away as he noticed Casper from the corner of his eye. "Where is she?" he snarled, his voice shaking slightly.
"I'm afraid we don't know who you are referring to", she said, her voice toned with absolute calmness and eyes bright beneath the moonlight. "However-" she cut in as the man's expression darkened, and he reached for the pistol in his canvas belt. He lowered his hand, allowing it to drop to it's side. Shiralee spoke again. "We identified a small girl in the east; dead, charred black with flames", she lied, her pale skin glistening even paler than usual, if that was even possible.
Snow began to fall rapidly around them, as Clara stood behind Shiralee, silent. If only her small black shoe had not been sticking out from behind, the man might have just believed Shiralee's story. Roughly, he pushed Shiralee aside, but turned to face her. "You have been accused of kidnapping this child. She belongs to the Davianche's, not with you."
The snow glistened on Clara's hair, the morning sun beginning to form. Her green eyes locked with the man's and she fixated her gaze on him. "I hate them," she whispered. She walked slowly back behind Shiralee, her eyes still locked with the man's. The man reached forward, but he received a blow to the stomach. He doubled over, and glared icily at Ezzelin. "Move, boy." He ###### Ezzelin aside, who landed angrily on his back, in the snow.
"By keeping this child, you shall be accused of kidnapping, and this child shall be returned to her rightful guardians. I'm presuming the boy is also not in any way connected? In which any case, he shall be sent to an orphanage."
"I already live somewhere!" Ezzelin spat. Clara was still examining the man with curiosity as the man smirked slightly.
"With a gang of thieves? In the caves? In a tree?"
Ezzelin scowled, standing up and brushing the snow from his coat.
"Hand over the child," the man returned his gaze to Shiralee. "By name of the law."
"What's wrong with the child? Why is she smiling?" The man (Aroldo McLoughin) growled furiously.
Clara started giggling, as Conner frowned in frustration and confusion, and Aroldo started shouting.
"What's so funny, girl?" he asked angrily.
"Father, leave her. She's a nutter," Conner snapped.
"It's - it's-" Clara said, gasping for breath between giggles.
"She's mad!" Aroldo exclaimed furiously. "Absolutely bonkers!"
Clara suddenly fell to the ground, rolling around in hysterics. Her cute laugh echoed around the forest, and the snow fell even harder.
"Snow angels!" she cried out suddenly, and began to brush her arms up and down in the snow.
"And snowballs!" she jumped up, and started packing a snowball. "Tadaa!" she smiled. And hurled it at Aroldo.
I go to seek a great perhaps.
~ "Oops, it seems I've said too much! Well it's alright, its just a tall tale anyway. Call me again and at the signal, I'll tell you an even stranger tale..." ~
7600th post 4/4/15
"hollybl2468" wrote:(Lol, I don't know what to post :P. What's Clara doing?)
(Being 10 years old, I guess xD).
Shiralee watched Clara for several moments, her body gradually relaxing. Her eyes flickered to the man, whose eyes were now blazing with a mixture of anger and confusion, his face and chest covered with icy snow. Shiralee glanced back at Casper and Ezzelin, before returning her gaze to Clara. Her fingers were numb with the cold, especially after she had unleashed a display of her power; her hands now felt like ice-blocks.