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Away
September 07, 2014, 07:48 PM
the kind of tired sleep can't fix
Describing Claire as malleable wasn't exactly right. While it was true that she had been used as a dirty ragdoll while the title of captive still hunged over her, the skinny girl had more courage to stand for herself once her imprissonment was over. If there was a word that fitted her better (at least in her gloomy imagination) was disposable. As one of the weakest (both physically and emotionally) Claire often had the feeling that if times of troubles ever reached the Bay, her head would be the first to roll. She was almost sure that if it weren't for Beric, the Viking pack would've already disposed her in the cold.
Her golden orbs danced in the other's face, she didn't understand what she was trying to prove. Either way she kept watching as the waves crashed softly against the woman's leg. She envied the way she could just stand in the ocean without fearing for her life, she envied her friendship with the sea; but most of all she envied her fiery courage.
When she answered, with a mocking tone and narrowed eyes, Claire simply shrugged her shoulders and lowered her ears. Jellyfish weren't the monsters she was referring to. "Not the jellyfish."she barked with a small frown pulling down her delicate features,"I mean of.. drowning." she murmured while flicking her tail. It was not that Claire didn't know how to swim, because she did. She was not afraid of the water but of the lack of oxygen when your head went under.