Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20141113103340/@comment-5583506-20150101041448

(Correction: she is a Breton. Claire LaDucard doesn't sound all that... Nordy... :P)

"No, not before the storm hit us", she mumbled and slowly closed her eyes.

She was tired. Suddenly her eyes shot open and a new presence made itself aquainted.

"Though I saw something", she said with a seemingly much more deeper voice than her regular high pitched tone.

"Carmilla!" grunted Claire. "Do not take control of me unless I give you permission to..."

Her other self chuckled and rose up in a sitting position. She moved awkwardly as if she was a puppet on strings, being controlled by an invisible entity.

"I saw walls of sandstone amidst the dunes right before the sandstorm hit little Claire here. Poor girl's perception isn't the best, as you can imagine..."

Now you have done it, demon, reflected Claire. Now everyone will think that I am crazy...

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"I... I don't know", said Varg confused as he observed the child's strange reaction.