[center]She hadn’t known what had prompted her to do it - perhaps it was just the dying need to lighten the heaviness all around them. Clara was tired; tired of her own anger, frustration, and pain. Tired of the violence that continued to hang around them. Tired of constantly mulling over her choice to leave or stay. She just needed a moment to forget it all and to just relax.And no matter how much she hated it while she was mortal, she would do anything to go back to such silly pouting over who she was to marry - things were simpler back then. Now, they were met with the looming worry of when Kieran might slip back to whatever darkness was consuming him, coupled with the heavy mourning that was on the air that day. 

Clara had been glad that Ryanair had suggested to stay away from the funeral- She would have been of no help, and she knew she would have been terribly out of place. The fact that she continued to keep a wall up between them and her wouldn’t have helped either… It was already strange enough, even to her, that she was choosing to let Ryanair past it, even in the slightest. Still, she would have to see how long it would last. 

The only person that she ever let in had been Christian, and he practically had to force his way in. Even so, he hardly knew of her inner thoughts and worries; the inner feel of worthlessness that had been caused by her abandonment that day. Hell, he would never know her secrets, and she doubted anyone would unless they beat it out of her. 

Ryanair had been quick to launch a snowball back at her and she couldn’t help but grin as she dodged it. Part of her had been anticipating an actual fight, but she couldn’t help start the new battle as soon as she’d seen the snow around her. It had been so long since she could have a moment of carelessness -- and it’d be a cold day in hell if she allowed anyone to take this quick moment from her. 

She crouched down and grabbed at more snow, packing it while she ran to look for a place of refuge so she could build up her pile. Once more, another ball had been launched his way before she had hid behind a tree, quickly trying to put together as many snowballs as she could before she grabbed a couple to throw his way again. “Don’t think you’re going to win this one!” 


Christian had eyed Kieran carefully as they followed the wolves, still skeptical of him not only as a person, but with everything that had happened as of late. He doubted he ever could warm up to the man, solely due to the fact that he’d known what he’d done to Clara so carelessly, and knowing that she still suffered from that day. He had hardly seen a change between them other than the suddenly curious relationship she was building with Ryanair. He still wasn’t sure what had sparked it, and he still wasn’t sure that it was going to last.

Silently, his thoughts continued to race as he followed along, still feeling slightly out of place, but knowing he should have paid his respects regardless. These wolves had all been there to protect them, and to not show up would have been rude-- he was already disappointed that Clara hadn’t been there. 

When the time came, he bowed his head out of respect, the frown still on his lips as he listened to the ceremony unfold before them. Hopefully they could avoid holding another one of these in the future -- Hopefully there wouldn’t be another incident under their own noses. [/center][@Arista]