[Clara studies this for a long moment, then looks toward the bonfire before tottering over to it and reaching for another of the torches that the spirits had run off with earlier and then sneakily returned. "Sneakily", for she noticed, but just didn't get a chance to run them down. She doesn't do much running.
Like Kuai's was, this torch is throwing the occasional spark. She holds it and stares hard at it.]
Mine isn't doing anything!
[She manages to sound a little bit disappointed, despite the perpetual smile.]
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Like Kuai's was, this torch is throwing the occasional spark. She holds it and stares hard at it.]
Mine isn't doing anything!
[She manages to sound a little bit disappointed, despite the perpetual smile.]