[center] Christian had been cautious, hesitation showing as he kept a bit of distance between the group and himself. They were soon inside and any doubt that anything was truly wrong with Kieran had been dashed across the floor as soon as the male had removed his shirt. Christian lingered in the doorway, his brow furrowed as he mulled over the idea of leaving them be, or going off to find Clara and the other – where they had run off to was beyond him. Surely at least Ryanair would notice a sudden change – Christian had his doubts that Clara had strengthened any sort of bond between her and her sire – he wouldn't put it past her to be entirely ignorant of Kieran's pain. 

He listened to each of them, his hands still shoved deep in his pockets while he lingered in the doorway. If his blood had been poisoned, then it seemed as if a transfusion was the only way to go – it was just a matter of finding blood compatible enough so that his body wouldn't reject it. The frown on his lips, he cleared his throat quietly. "Perhaps we should collect Ryanair –" He began, not exactly offering up Clara just yet. "If he does, in fact, need a transfusion at this point." 


Clara had felt triumphant at least for that moment, until his words had sunken in a bit slower than they should have. As soon as he had made contact with the tree, she craned her neck to look up, realizing just what was happening. She would have quickly jumped away, had it not been for the sudden onslaught of snow that had been shoved in her face, and she gave a surprised and startled sound as soon as it hit her – the sudden heaviness of snow that suddenly fell upon her was the nail on her coffin. 

She had nearly sprouted up out of the pile with a cough, shoving some of her now-soaked curls out of her face. Clara narrowed her gaze at the trees surrounding them, pulling her body from the pile of snow before she hid behind her own again. Well, damn. Perhaps she did underestimate the younger male – at least when it came to a snowball fight. When it came to an actual fight – she had her doubts. The last time she had tested him, she knew full well he could stand to learn a thing or two. 

"That was just a lucky move!" Clara called out, quickly balling up more snowballs before he would begin his attack again. This was war, that was for certain… A pile of snowballs in her arms, she'd taken off towards where he'd been hiding, pitching each one right after another in passing before she dove and took her own cover again. Hell – she hadn't allowed herself to have any semblance of fun like this in centuries… It felt almost exhilarating… [/center]
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