Clara's nails dug into her hand after 15 minutes had passed. By twenty minutes her hands were bleeding an by thirty she had sat down and washed them in the fountain. Four perfect ccresent moons marred the palms of her hands. After all the time she was spending out here she had come to no conclusion. If she chose to listen to the voice from earlier then she would apparently be tieing herself to a dragon. She would instantly be marked as a traitor to her people and hanged for consorting with the enemy. All of this was crazy and she didn't know how to handle it so she resorted to what came natuarly, anger.<br/><br/>She stood up quickly and headed back into the house and looked straight at the dragon, "Who the fuck do you think you are to dump all this shit on me now? Do you have any idea what you're suggesting means!?" She was so angry that she was shaking and her hand that was on the hilt of her sword was holding it so tightly that her earlier cuts in her hand started bleeding, "Of course you don't because if you did you would know that both of us would be marked as traitors!! Is that what you want to happen!? DId you forget that our people are at war with each other!?" She had yelled at him and when she had finished she was breathing a little heavily and magic crackled in the air; escaping from her anxiety. She didn't know what else to do and eventually just sighed feeling defeat and extremely tired, "What do you think about this." She asked pinching the bridge of her nose and causeing a drop of blood to drip from her hand onto the ground. She didn't pay any mind to it for now.