Clara's grey gaze dropped on the woman (<a class="username" data-user-id="4708" data-username="@cupid" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4708/">@cupid</a>) as she answered. She took notice of the slightly swollen eyes, betraying tears. Slowly a small smirk crept upon her thin lips as the woman's hands moved to cover herself as if she suddenly seemed to realize that her dress was...odd.<br/>"Oh...je vois.<i><span style="font-size: 10px">(I see)</span></i>" her voice held a hint of an accent but the French was proper. Her father was French and she had been raised by lingual but since he had passed, she had not been practicing much. She was rusty to say the least.<br/>"Ne m'appelle pas 'Madame' ma belle, je ne suis pas si vieille. Clara. Je m'appelle Clara."<span style="font-size: 10px"><i>"Do not call me Madame, pretty one, I'm not that old. Clara, I'm Clara."  </i></span><span style="font-size: 15px">She winked at Aurora with a reassuring smile that had nothing motherly in it.<br/>
She then  looked up in the direction of the older gentleman who seemed to be heading for the tree. <br/>
"So we are all lost, aren't we? That sounds about right." she exclaimed, hands on her hips...and carefully trying to avoid looking at the weird green creatures which were still moving towards them and giggling. She felt that she had fallen into a Lord of the rings type of setting and to be honest, she didn't care at all for that kind of fantasy nonsense.<br/>
"I do not like those." she commented more to herself that to Aurora.<br/>
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"Anything over there, Old Man?" she called out to Toby. (<a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="@Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">@Chartreux</a>) <br/>
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Another song came from the side and she turned to see another young woman playing with a flute. (<a class="username" data-user-id="1140" data-username="@Lady Riften" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1140/">@Lady Riften</a>) The music was pretty enough and even it seemed to mingle with the song coming from the tree but she was not really in the mood for a concerto at that moment. She wanted to know what the hell she was doing here with all those people who seemed just as confused as she was. <br/>
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Her attention was caught by the fallen stone around them. She had seen the majestic tree at first, but on second look, the architect had to admit that the edifice surrounding them was just as majestic even if it had lost its glory. She observed the crumbling arches, Gothic vaults like those enormous European cathedrals. Not really her style, she preferred the sleek clean and pure Japanese buildings, but she had to admit those churches were a fit of construction and creativity.<br/>
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