Clara was a little surprise to say the least by the beautiful Aurora's hug and she almost distantly patted her back. There was an hesitation in the tall woman's hand but she didn't stop the young woman from leaving. She watched her with a mixture of curiosity and sadness. They hadn't really talked or had time to get to know each other, but still, she wished they had had more time.<br/>"Sois heureuse"<i>be happy </i>(<a class="username" data-user-id="4708" data-username="@cupid" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4708/">@cupid</a>)  she whispered as the smiling beauty disappeared in a ray of sunshine.<br/><br/>She then turned to Toby and Josey.<a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="@Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">@Chartreux</a><a class="username" data-user-id="5865" data-username="@Josey" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5865/">@Josey</a><br/>"Well! Whatever happened behind that door, she did seem happy." she said with a tainted smile. Maybe that door was the true answer, maybe her words had prevented people from finding happiness.<br/>She looked around and rolled her shoulders. The place was disturbing to say the least. Fantasy movies weren't her jam, but neither were horror movies!<br/>She took a deep breath.<br/>"I think you are right Toby." she admitted, not teasing him this time. The walls were too grim and the atmosphere too creepy for her to tease the man about his age. "I preferred the previous architecture, decadent glamour Gothic was much better than dark morbid decay." she added with sarcasm. "Plus it's poorly done. If they wanted to add to the effect, they should have changed the lighting and the stone work." she snorted with some disdain.<br/><br/>As she walked slowly towards the door where the specter had disappeared, her fingertips brushed the trunk of the tree, lingering almost lovingly on it. "It's a shame for that tree though." she admitted before approaching the door.<br/>She felt responsible that the bottle had been broken, yet she was relieved that she hadn't opened it. The image of her blooded grin still lingered in her mind.<br/>"Door number 2 grants us...." she announced as she grabbed the door handle, pushed it down before trying to open the door. She might have been standing straight and speaking loud, she had to admit that her throat felt dry and heart was racing. She wasn't as confident as she projected.