Clara looked at the youngsters with a stern gaze.<a class="username" data-user-id="6169" data-username="@Purplefairydust" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6169/">@Purplefairydust</a><a class="username" data-user-id="5865" data-username="@Josey" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5865/">@Josey</a>They hadn't answered her question. She was pretty sure they had heard it. Were they on purpose ignoring and deflecting it? Why didn't they answer?<br/>She didn't like that. When she asked something, she was looking for an answer. Plain and simple. Some called her paranoid, she preferred the term cautious or ready.<br/><br/>She turned more obviously towards Josey and Cassie, ignoring the dark path that laid in front of them. A foreboding promise of death and decay. This was their fault. If only they hadn't touched that damned singing vial! She swallowed her guilt (which was easier done at the moment as she hadn't spotted the dead imps laying in the grass)<br/>Right now, she needed to focus and she wanted answers!<br/>"I said, were you doing anything special before you got transported her?" she asked with a harsher tone, her fists curling on her hips. She looked like an unhappy mom or a disappointed teacher about to give a lecture to two little kids who were being dissipated instead of listening to her.<br/>Her question echoed even louder both in the cathedral and in the forest, as no other sound seemed to be made. Not even a singing bird or a buzzing bee.<br/><br/>The tall woman didn't press Toby quite yet as it seemed that the older man was still pondering her question. (<a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="@Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">@Chartreux</a>)