Sanria walked out into the herb garden, smiling as she caught sight of Orn and Colin sitting on a blanket. Orn was growing so quickly it seemed. He sat up on his own attempting to eat the grass as best he knew how. The boy was so innocent to everything going on around him. She finally sat down on one of the flagstones and looked to Colin. "I was thinking I could talk to Arlenia and maybe get her to agree to letting you come around to see your child."
"Why do you feel you need to do that?" Colin asked with a small frown.
"Because you aren't."
"I did Sanria," Colin said. "You know I don't take fatherhood lightly. I talked to her, let her know I wanted to be a part of this child's life. She didn't want that. And, I think it would be harder on her if I were."
It wasn't much of a surprise that Colin disagreed with Sanria getting involved, but still she felt that something had to be done. The current arrangement was certainly causing her even more confusion than she had before. "Colin... if it were Arlenia wanting to stay with you regardless of your feelings toward her or the situation the two of you are in, what would you say to her?"
"Just what I did say to her. That I can't be with her like that because I don't feel the love for her that she does for me and... that I love someone else."
Sanria cleared her throat. Hoping Colin would hear his own words. "Exactly," she said quietly.
"Do you love someone else?" Colin asked. The question caught in Sanria's chest, wrenching her heart. The vision of a smoky projection shimmered into her mind and she looked to Colin with her sorrow etched onto her face.
"He doesn't love me."
"He doesn't?"
"No... he doesn't," Sanria whispered.
"It's not easy being Arlenia."
The statement struck Sanria. She was waiting on a man that didn't love her, while a man was waiting on her to love him, while a woman was waiting on him to love her. A train of broken hearts. She couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the foolish nature of hearts and those who contained them. The easy situation would be to let Colin have Orn and go back to Velentham. In time, she'd forget her pain and forget everything else. "Sanria, you can't do that. Why do you have to leave?"
"Because I'm not a good Arlenia."
Colin put Orn into Sanria's hands and she could barely stop herself from crying at just how the little boy smiled at seeing her. She couldn't leave him. She would just have to endure. Colin would stay in the house but in his own room, they would be there for Orn- neither of them seeking out a relationship, neither of them worrying what would come next. 'One day at a time,' Sanria thought as she laid Orn in his crib. 'One day at a time.'
Rough Water
Sanria sat under the tree in her garden with Orn in her arms. The baby squirmed and she finally put him down. He wrinkled his nose at the sensation of grass on his legs and as he swatted the grass, Sanria began to cry. The argument she had just finished with Colin was the worst they'd ever had. All she wanted was for him to let her take Orn with her back to Velentham's home. Colin wouldn't hear of it.
Every accusation that Sanria could think to hurl, she did. Bringing up his infidelity, his other family, his selfishness - but the truth was that by the time she threw him out of the house and retreated to the garden - she already felt terrible. Colin was a good father, a devoted father. He may have cheated on her and gotten another woman pregnant, but wasn't it all Sanria had wanted? For Co- lin to move on to someone else and leave her free?
Sanria let out a long sigh. She knew that Colin had no where to go. She knew, too, that he had just had a hell of an experience when he sought out Throm. Her rational mind seemed to speak to her - the cavern was the only home the man had. She wiped her face and lifted Orn to her arms as she stood. She called out to Colin and invited him back.
They passed the rest day speaking very little about the vicious argument over who would parent Orn. Only once the baby was finally in bed did Sanria and Colin talk. The death of their second child finally seemed to hit Sanria, and Colin held her as she cried. They talked about their misfortune, and prospect of being alone after years of always having someone. The conversation rounded once again to Sanria wanting to take Orn away, but this time there wasn't an argument. In fact, as the night turned into morning, they had become friends again the best way they knew how.
Every accusation that Sanria could think to hurl, she did. Bringing up his infidelity, his other family, his selfishness - but the truth was that by the time she threw him out of the house and retreated to the garden - she already felt terrible. Colin was a good father, a devoted father. He may have cheated on her and gotten another woman pregnant, but wasn't it all Sanria had wanted? For Co- lin to move on to someone else and leave her free?
Sanria let out a long sigh. She knew that Colin had no where to go. She knew, too, that he had just had a hell of an experience when he sought out Throm. Her rational mind seemed to speak to her - the cavern was the only home the man had. She wiped her face and lifted Orn to her arms as she stood. She called out to Colin and invited him back.
They passed the rest day speaking very little about the vicious argument over who would parent Orn. Only once the baby was finally in bed did Sanria and Colin talk. The death of their second child finally seemed to hit Sanria, and Colin held her as she cried. They talked about their misfortune, and prospect of being alone after years of always having someone. The conversation rounded once again to Sanria wanting to take Orn away, but this time there wasn't an argument. In fact, as the night turned into morning, they had become friends again the best way they knew how.
Psycho by the Falls (1-2)
The trip to Myth Drannor swirled into Claire's mind. 'I was very concerned with how you were able to slaughter so many of those demons without a second thought. It made me ques- tion so very much.' Claire looked to the table.
'Actually I only killed the ones that attacked us,' Psycho re- plied. 'There were many demons that paid no mind to us and we left them without the hungry aggressive demons.'
'You are right. Of course. I didn't consider it in that light... I feel much better about it.'
'Am I to believe you are a pacifist?' Psycho asked.
Claire lowered her eyes, this would probably be the moment he told her that the Radiant Heart didn't have a place for a pacifist. That she would have to look elsewhere for a home, but before anything could be said, a voice spoke from beside them, What is going on here?
Claire glanced over to see a Vectorian Enforcer staring down at their table. She reached over, slowly picking up her mask and slipped it onto her face. 'We are simply enjoying a cafe.'
'Nothing but friendly chatting,' Claire joined.
"I mean, why are there espers on my watch in Kefkaberg?"
Claire's heart thundered in her chest. Psycho leaned over in a quick whisper, 'If you wish to keep your pacifistic ways I suggest we leave.'
Claire stood up and nodded. 'Forgive us.'
'You are out of your league here officer, we will leave quietly.'
Before the Enforcer could say anything more, Claire followed Psycho out of the cafe. They walked through the western gates of the city and through the forests until the sound of a waterfall reached Claire's ears. She looked up as they stopped and smiled. They were before Sanria's home. 'This will be a more pleasant place to continue,' Psycho said.
'You have come to a familiar place,' Claire said as she took her mask off and lowered her cowl. 'Would you like to see something more wonderful?'
'Every day,' Psycho replied, and Claire took his hand in her own and pulled him around the waterfalls and into the Crystal Cavern. 'Amazing. I have come to that water fall for many many years. Never before have I seen inside of it'
'We can go back to the falls outside if you wish... I simply wanted to share this with you,' Claire said.
Claire watched as Psycho took in the crystals, his aura casting a slight red tint. At last they walked back outside and sat on the boulders. Psycho put a hand on hers. 'Claire ... please tell me the truth ... Why are there so many questions surrounding you... particularly with people following you and the involvement of The Long Death?'
'I... don't know,' Claire replied, and it was the truth. 'I promise you, I have had no contact or involvement with Long Death... I can't understand why Lithanus would have either... he seemed like a very nice young man.'
'I believe you,' Psycho replied.
'He needed help, and I offered what I could,' Claire looked into Psycho's eyes, hoping her explanation was enough, she had no other proof to give. 'I had no idea he was...'
Psycho put a finger to her lips, halting her speech. 'Let's talk about where you would see yourself in the coming future'
'I had hoped to see myself making a difference in the lives of the citizens of this place,' Claire said. They all seem so... Dejected... forlorn... They really need hope.'
'When we first spoke your focus was towards finding a place that fit to build family and support.'
'Indeed. I still seek that,' Claire said with a nod.
'I am one of the final barriers between your acceptance,' Psycho said. 'I want to make sure that my judgment is not clouded by emotion'
Claire did not place the pieces together. She only heard in her mind that she had done something wrong. 'If I've upset you, please... Tell me and I'll do my utmost to rectify it.'
'You have done very well, and it is not emotion from your actions. You have been a fine example of strength and virtue so far.'
'Then... what are your emotions stemming from?' Claire asked.
'Perhaps I said too much even at my mention of feelings for you. Not well thought out feelings of course.'
Claire could have been lifted to the very heavens on the slightest of winds in that very moment. Another esper, one so strong and bold, had feelings for her. 'I have made it a point not to make an advance, because I want to get to know you before the connection I feel to you influences any deci- sions I have to make.'
'I understand completely,' Claire said with a smile. 'In fact, it makes me admire you all the more.'
'Thank you for clearing up my questions with Lithanus and for showing me a new wonder to one of my favorite places.'
They stood and Psycho kissed her hand. He gave her a few lavender orchids. 'They're beautiful...' Claire said.
'They reminded me of you.' Psycho continued, 'I have not discounted your application even as a pacifist. Just know a quest will be more difficult for me to construct.'
'I look forward to it,' Claire replied.
Psycho vanished and Claire stood there by the falls, her cheeks on fire, her mind a blur, and a smile frozen to her face.
'Actually I only killed the ones that attacked us,' Psycho re- plied. 'There were many demons that paid no mind to us and we left them without the hungry aggressive demons.'
'You are right. Of course. I didn't consider it in that light... I feel much better about it.'
'Am I to believe you are a pacifist?' Psycho asked.
Claire lowered her eyes, this would probably be the moment he told her that the Radiant Heart didn't have a place for a pacifist. That she would have to look elsewhere for a home, but before anything could be said, a voice spoke from beside them, What is going on here?
Claire glanced over to see a Vectorian Enforcer staring down at their table. She reached over, slowly picking up her mask and slipped it onto her face. 'We are simply enjoying a cafe.'
'Nothing but friendly chatting,' Claire joined.
"I mean, why are there espers on my watch in Kefkaberg?"
Claire's heart thundered in her chest. Psycho leaned over in a quick whisper, 'If you wish to keep your pacifistic ways I suggest we leave.'
Claire stood up and nodded. 'Forgive us.'
'You are out of your league here officer, we will leave quietly.'
Before the Enforcer could say anything more, Claire followed Psycho out of the cafe. They walked through the western gates of the city and through the forests until the sound of a waterfall reached Claire's ears. She looked up as they stopped and smiled. They were before Sanria's home. 'This will be a more pleasant place to continue,' Psycho said.
'You have come to a familiar place,' Claire said as she took her mask off and lowered her cowl. 'Would you like to see something more wonderful?'
'Every day,' Psycho replied, and Claire took his hand in her own and pulled him around the waterfalls and into the Crystal Cavern. 'Amazing. I have come to that water fall for many many years. Never before have I seen inside of it'
'We can go back to the falls outside if you wish... I simply wanted to share this with you,' Claire said.
Claire watched as Psycho took in the crystals, his aura casting a slight red tint. At last they walked back outside and sat on the boulders. Psycho put a hand on hers. 'Claire ... please tell me the truth ... Why are there so many questions surrounding you... particularly with people following you and the involvement of The Long Death?'
'I... don't know,' Claire replied, and it was the truth. 'I promise you, I have had no contact or involvement with Long Death... I can't understand why Lithanus would have either... he seemed like a very nice young man.'
'I believe you,' Psycho replied.
'He needed help, and I offered what I could,' Claire looked into Psycho's eyes, hoping her explanation was enough, she had no other proof to give. 'I had no idea he was...'
Psycho put a finger to her lips, halting her speech. 'Let's talk about where you would see yourself in the coming future'
'I had hoped to see myself making a difference in the lives of the citizens of this place,' Claire said. They all seem so... Dejected... forlorn... They really need hope.'
'When we first spoke your focus was towards finding a place that fit to build family and support.'
'Indeed. I still seek that,' Claire said with a nod.
'I am one of the final barriers between your acceptance,' Psycho said. 'I want to make sure that my judgment is not clouded by emotion'
Claire did not place the pieces together. She only heard in her mind that she had done something wrong. 'If I've upset you, please... Tell me and I'll do my utmost to rectify it.'
'You have done very well, and it is not emotion from your actions. You have been a fine example of strength and virtue so far.'
'Then... what are your emotions stemming from?' Claire asked.
'Perhaps I said too much even at my mention of feelings for you. Not well thought out feelings of course.'
Claire could have been lifted to the very heavens on the slightest of winds in that very moment. Another esper, one so strong and bold, had feelings for her. 'I have made it a point not to make an advance, because I want to get to know you before the connection I feel to you influences any deci- sions I have to make.'
'I understand completely,' Claire said with a smile. 'In fact, it makes me admire you all the more.'
'Thank you for clearing up my questions with Lithanus and for showing me a new wonder to one of my favorite places.'
They stood and Psycho kissed her hand. He gave her a few lavender orchids. 'They're beautiful...' Claire said.
'They reminded me of you.' Psycho continued, 'I have not discounted your application even as a pacifist. Just know a quest will be more difficult for me to construct.'
'I look forward to it,' Claire replied.
Psycho vanished and Claire stood there by the falls, her cheeks on fire, her mind a blur, and a smile frozen to her face.
Questioned Motives
Claire walked into her inn room. She had managed to make ends meet by the charity given her from healings, but she was beginning to run low on money. If she didn't find more work that paid better soon, she was going to find herself back on the eastern continent. She sat on the bed with the Westbridge Post when a voice entered her thoughts, "Are you there Miss Lavender?"
Claire met with Psycho at Annie's, her mask and cowl up to keep her identity from any Vectorian patrolling the area. It thrilled her to see him again, she couldn't help but admire the esper for his brazen display of his own self. The meeting, however, was not to wax poetic, but to discuss Lithanus. Psycho had heard that he was in league with The Long Death, a fact that Claire found utterly astonishing.
'How do you know these men and their intentions?' Psycho asked.
'Lithanus we met as he ran into the temple of Lathander. He had a friend he had lost, the lady we went to locate in Myth Drannor. We offered to help him find her, and eventually we did. Outside of that, we know little of him. He had planned to go back to his homeland, but I've not seen him in many days now.' Claire removed her mask.
'So you have no relation with the party other than coinci- dence?' Psycho asked.
Claire knew how it must look - she had applied for admission into Radiant Heart and offered help to Lithanus who happened to be linked up with a woman named Maya of The Long Death - the sworn opposition of everything she wanted to be part of. Lithanus apparently had more than a case of homesickness, but of loose-lip-ness. Why he would impart all their doings to a woman who believed that death was a positive thing was be- yond her. And now, it looked as if she was in league with him all along. It frustrated Claire.
'Is there anything wrong?' Psycho asked. 'Something has seemed amiss since our first encounter. I am drawn to you and tru- ly wish to help you.'
Speak now, her mind pushed, or forever hold your peace...
Claire met with Psycho at Annie's, her mask and cowl up to keep her identity from any Vectorian patrolling the area. It thrilled her to see him again, she couldn't help but admire the esper for his brazen display of his own self. The meeting, however, was not to wax poetic, but to discuss Lithanus. Psycho had heard that he was in league with The Long Death, a fact that Claire found utterly astonishing.
'How do you know these men and their intentions?' Psycho asked.
'Lithanus we met as he ran into the temple of Lathander. He had a friend he had lost, the lady we went to locate in Myth Drannor. We offered to help him find her, and eventually we did. Outside of that, we know little of him. He had planned to go back to his homeland, but I've not seen him in many days now.' Claire removed her mask.
'So you have no relation with the party other than coinci- dence?' Psycho asked.
Claire knew how it must look - she had applied for admission into Radiant Heart and offered help to Lithanus who happened to be linked up with a woman named Maya of The Long Death - the sworn opposition of everything she wanted to be part of. Lithanus apparently had more than a case of homesickness, but of loose-lip-ness. Why he would impart all their doings to a woman who believed that death was a positive thing was be- yond her. And now, it looked as if she was in league with him all along. It frustrated Claire.
'Is there anything wrong?' Psycho asked. 'Something has seemed amiss since our first encounter. I am drawn to you and tru- ly wish to help you.'
Speak now, her mind pushed, or forever hold your peace...
White Wolf of Solitude
An elven woman appears in a dusty room in Myth Drannor. Dark circles hang beneath her crystalline blue eyes. She walks to the bed and lifts a diary into her hands. She flips through some of the pages and suddenly bursts into tears. She finally lifts a quill from the bed and sits down, she pens:
I killed Lady Sanria's child. I was mad, certainly, but I must deal with crushing reality of what I have done. I do not believe I shall be able to handle it. The necklace is out of my hands, but only after opening holes in reality and somehow enabling others to do the same. I do not know what multiplicity I have permitted to come into being, but certainly the runed wizard is right - I will be at the end of every consequence to come of it. I do not believe I shall be able to handle it. Sir Colin had murder in his eyes when he held me up. He shook me so hard, but I deserved it. I would not have fought back had he chosen to slay me. I would give my life over and over again for the one I took. I can only think of one way to endure my shame and my solitude. I will use my lycanthropy. I know in time, it will become my nature and I will lose myself - but that is the price I am asking of myself. I will be nothing more than an animal. In time, none of this will matter.
The elven woman sighs and pens a quick letter to two people. She closes her eyes and they vanish from her hands, traveling by magic to those intended to receive them. She utters a few words and shimmers into a very large white wolf with crystal blue eyes. The wolf, the size of a small pony, takes a look around the room. She lifts her voice in a long, solitary howl and heads off into the Myth Drannor forests beyond.
I killed Lady Sanria's child. I was mad, certainly, but I must deal with crushing reality of what I have done. I do not believe I shall be able to handle it. The necklace is out of my hands, but only after opening holes in reality and somehow enabling others to do the same. I do not know what multiplicity I have permitted to come into being, but certainly the runed wizard is right - I will be at the end of every consequence to come of it. I do not believe I shall be able to handle it. Sir Colin had murder in his eyes when he held me up. He shook me so hard, but I deserved it. I would not have fought back had he chosen to slay me. I would give my life over and over again for the one I took. I can only think of one way to endure my shame and my solitude. I will use my lycanthropy. I know in time, it will become my nature and I will lose myself - but that is the price I am asking of myself. I will be nothing more than an animal. In time, none of this will matter.
The elven woman sighs and pens a quick letter to two people. She closes her eyes and they vanish from her hands, traveling by magic to those intended to receive them. She utters a few words and shimmers into a very large white wolf with crystal blue eyes. The wolf, the size of a small pony, takes a look around the room. She lifts her voice in a long, solitary howl and heads off into the Myth Drannor forests beyond.
At the Park
Claire drifted on the magical currents faster than even the speed of light. She thought as she swirled on the eddies and vortices of the need to go far away. Given that they had gone to search for Kaliadra on the Eastern Continent, she did not feel it was a good choice to hide the necklace there.
She sped west until she joined with the makou tunnel and found her energy bolstered. Like lightning, inspiration struck and she found herself racing over the bridge into Heifong III. In a blast of dazzling purple light she appeared in the park. One of the bums laying on the grass gave an involuntary squeal of terror and jumped up, running as quickly as his drunken legs would carry him.
The otherwise deserted park was silent except for the scurry of rat feet as they rattled the garbage on the ground. Claire walked over to a stunted tree, taking care to look around herself before kneeling. From her pack she pulled a small locking casket. She took from it her mother's locket with a frown and slipped inside the necklace Kaliadra had used to traverse the planes.
Closing the box, she locked it and laid it on the ground. She tapped in to the lifestream of the planet, asking it to aid her. She placed her hands on the box and pushed. Willingly, the ground accepted the box, absorbing it. In her mind's eye, Claire watched the roots of the gnarled tree take the necklace into its grasp and tuck it beneath itself.
'May you never be found.'
Claire rose and looked around once more. Secure that no one saw her, Claire once more traveled the magical currents along the freeway out of the city and back into the makou tunnel she found herself back in the city of Westbridge in no time.
She sped west until she joined with the makou tunnel and found her energy bolstered. Like lightning, inspiration struck and she found herself racing over the bridge into Heifong III. In a blast of dazzling purple light she appeared in the park. One of the bums laying on the grass gave an involuntary squeal of terror and jumped up, running as quickly as his drunken legs would carry him.
The otherwise deserted park was silent except for the scurry of rat feet as they rattled the garbage on the ground. Claire walked over to a stunted tree, taking care to look around herself before kneeling. From her pack she pulled a small locking casket. She took from it her mother's locket with a frown and slipped inside the necklace Kaliadra had used to traverse the planes.
Closing the box, she locked it and laid it on the ground. She tapped in to the lifestream of the planet, asking it to aid her. She placed her hands on the box and pushed. Willingly, the ground accepted the box, absorbing it. In her mind's eye, Claire watched the roots of the gnarled tree take the necklace into its grasp and tuck it beneath itself.
'May you never be found.'
Claire rose and looked around once more. Secure that no one saw her, Claire once more traveled the magical currents along the freeway out of the city and back into the makou tunnel she found herself back in the city of Westbridge in no time.
One Last Task
Claire appeared in the room only moments after Gilean, his gold dust still fading around him. "Welcome back." The projection appeared at the dais with a bow. "I appreciate your success. On such short notice you both were...well...life savers."
'On the contrary... her life was very well safe.'
"We were able to bring them both back," Gilean said. "Though Sanria was quite unwilling to do so."
'She did not want to return, that is the truth.'
"I thought that might be the case," Throm acknowledged.
They spoke on Remus' methods for getting Sanria to return, a thing that, to Claire's relief, Throm did not request. 'She was not in danger, you realize,' Claire said. 'In fact, were it me alone, I might have left her there given her home situation.'
"Danger takes many forms Miss Claire," Throm said. "Not all of them sinister and ugly."
'If danger clothes itself as peace and balance and harmony, we should all be so lucky.'
"But those are the worst dangers of all."
"A trap of honey can still be a trap," Gilean said. Claire did not agree, but there was no need to continue. As Gilean said, it was done.
Claire still held the necklace and it troubled her to think that handing such a powerful artifact over would leave both in the hands of a single individual - and one connected to someone willing to kill to get his way - intended or not. 'We have retrieved the necklace though I would assume that you would perhaps wish it taken away and hidden?'
"You both have already done so much already," Throm began. "If I could ask you for just this I would be even more grateful."
'Should he take yours as well and hide it?' Claire suggested, nodding in Gilean's direction. 'If we separate then none will know.'
"Perhaps it is best for us all... even her," Throm said, "if one of you were to hide the second necklace."
Gilean took the necklace from the spot where it suddenly appeared. "I hadn't really seen it before," Gilean said. "It is quite beautiful."
'Better not to even commit it to memory in such a way.'
"Memory..." Claire looked up at Throm. He wore thoughful expression. She couldn't have known that somewhere in the city, a different projection was having a different discussion, a different feeling. He smiled a little and continued, "Thank you once again. Can I provide any assistance in your tasks?"
'I think not. Best that no others know where we take these.'
"Travel in safety is all I ask. Protect yourselves first, necklace second if need be."
Claire smiled. After time in the realms with her face be- hind a mask and a cowl over her head, 'I believe I know how to manage that.'
"I shall see you soon?" Gilean asked her.
'Perhaps,' Claire said with a smile and vanished in a blaze of purple light.
'On the contrary... her life was very well safe.'
"We were able to bring them both back," Gilean said. "Though Sanria was quite unwilling to do so."
'She did not want to return, that is the truth.'
"I thought that might be the case," Throm acknowledged.
They spoke on Remus' methods for getting Sanria to return, a thing that, to Claire's relief, Throm did not request. 'She was not in danger, you realize,' Claire said. 'In fact, were it me alone, I might have left her there given her home situation.'
"Danger takes many forms Miss Claire," Throm said. "Not all of them sinister and ugly."
'If danger clothes itself as peace and balance and harmony, we should all be so lucky.'
"But those are the worst dangers of all."
"A trap of honey can still be a trap," Gilean said. Claire did not agree, but there was no need to continue. As Gilean said, it was done.
Claire still held the necklace and it troubled her to think that handing such a powerful artifact over would leave both in the hands of a single individual - and one connected to someone willing to kill to get his way - intended or not. 'We have retrieved the necklace though I would assume that you would perhaps wish it taken away and hidden?'
"You both have already done so much already," Throm began. "If I could ask you for just this I would be even more grateful."
'Should he take yours as well and hide it?' Claire suggested, nodding in Gilean's direction. 'If we separate then none will know.'
"Perhaps it is best for us all... even her," Throm said, "if one of you were to hide the second necklace."
Gilean took the necklace from the spot where it suddenly appeared. "I hadn't really seen it before," Gilean said. "It is quite beautiful."
'Better not to even commit it to memory in such a way.'
"Memory..." Claire looked up at Throm. He wore thoughful expression. She couldn't have known that somewhere in the city, a different projection was having a different discussion, a different feeling. He smiled a little and continued, "Thank you once again. Can I provide any assistance in your tasks?"
'I think not. Best that no others know where we take these.'
"Travel in safety is all I ask. Protect yourselves first, necklace second if need be."
Claire smiled. After time in the realms with her face be- hind a mask and a cowl over her head, 'I believe I know how to manage that.'
"I shall see you soon?" Gilean asked her.
'Perhaps,' Claire said with a smile and vanished in a blaze of purple light.
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