Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140202210954/@comment-5583506-20140214202246

''Claire... You haven't eaten for a day...''

Carmilla had started to become more caring ever since Claire had moved down into the sewers of Eagleholm. But Claire didn't listen to her advices. She just sat there in a pipe staring at the rats that played with each other all day long, playing among the debris and wrecks of airships and vessels. It made her smile. The rats had each other. She didn't have anyone, and perhaps, just perhaps she didn't want anyone. The world had only done her harm in her youth. She shuddered as she remembered the Reach.

Don't think about it, little Claire, said Carmilla. It will never happen again as long as I am here.

"As long as you are here", Claire answered with a sigh.

She was indeed grateful of Carmilla, her own guardian angel, but she also caused a lot of trouble for her. Before she ended up in the sewers she had tried to blend in among the populace of Eagleholm. But after an incident on an inn, she had to escape down the sewers to avoid being captured by the guards. She had just been sitting in a corner of an inn, she couldn't remember the name except that the drinks were awful. A young, strapping lad had come up to her table with the proposition for a night of passion. Since Claire had always been kind of against the idea of ever touching a man again because of the events in the Reach, she declined. Carmilla however wanted more than to just decline. Just the idea of a man talking to Claire sickened her and she reacted. Violently... The young lad ended up with a broken nose against the table surface and the innkeeper alerted the guards, causing Claire to flee for her life and down the sewers.