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*THUMP*, Clara woke up, she must have fallen asleep while she was reading, she started sitting up and picked up the book on the floor, glancing over at the clock it read that it was 8:27 pm, she got up out of her bed and put the book on the dresser, walking over to her closet to grab a different outfit, she made up her mind this morning she would go to the city this evening for an evening out and she was determined to stick to her plans.
Once she had changed she looked into her standing mirror "maybe I should wear some makeup" she thought to herself Clara almost never wore makeup her mother once told her it made her look older. Looking up and down at the dress she had chosen she decided to keep any makeup off her face and leave her hair down "that's enough, stop looking at yourself." she thought as she walked away from the mirror.
Walking down the stairs barefoot with her shoes in her hand and her purse in the other. Getting to the door and locking it once she was outside, she sat down briefly on her steps to slip on her shoes, while she was putting on her shoes she could hear the crickets in the forest it was like a band, each cricket knew when to sing and it sounded beautiful just like magic.
Clara was on her way into town now driving down the road listening to the music on the radio, she never really went out at night but something her friend had said a couple days ago about her playing it too safe, and realizing in that moment she really did play everything to safe, she had made these plans to prove her friend wrong, and to prove to herself she could do this but mainly the first one.
Walking up and down the streets for a half an hour now she was thinking of going home, she hadn't really done anything this evening except walk and her feet were beginning to hurt, but Clara stopped where she stood and started listening, across the street she heard music, it sounded like a live band and it was coming from an Irish Pub, she had never been in a pub before and thought it might be a good idea.
She walked across the street and walked into the pub looking around the place she could tell it was pretty packed in here but it wasn't overcrowded, Clara stood in the background for a bit just listening to the music but thought maybe she should get a drink, she walked over to the bar, and sat down in the only free seat in the corner, the bartender came over he was older, red hair with white streaks in his beard and from when he spoke he was Irish "What would you like Missy?" he asked her " A Bellini, Thank you." he looked at her with a strange face like my drink was way too fancy for a place like this but he walked over to his counter and started making it. A few minutes later he had her drink in hand and passed it on over to her, "Thank you." she said.
Dominic put a hand through his hair and sighed. They had been at it for only less than an hour, but he could suddenly feel how difficult a task it might be to find anything useful in their search. It didn't mean he would give up. He had made a promise and the therian intended to keep it. Clara seemed like a good girl and pretty inexperienced in the world from their short time together only one night before when he had just wanted to have a few drinks at the bar. Now here he was helping the initia learn of her secretive past.
His eyes glanced over to the hopeless blonde who seemed lost to thought as she clicked aimlessly on the mouse of the computer, waiting for the ancient thing to load. Dominic wondered what would've happened had he not offered her the ride home. Would they have ever seen each other again outside the bar? It seemed like they may have been on the road to more, but fate had a different role to play in her life. Sometimes he couldn't help but think destiny was a real thing, nudging him towards this woman.
When Clara called his name, it broke him out of his daze and he pushed back his chair. Dom leaned over from behind her to look at the computer screen. There was the birth certificate of her human mother on one window while the other gave failed search attempts at her father's name. At her idea of going in search of her father's tribe, he nodded his head, folding his arms over his chest in thought as he sat on the desk. "That's not a bad idea, actually. Some of the elders might know something useful." His hazel hues went across the room towards their third party member. "Know where that might be, Winston?"
The man sat back in his chair in thought, but after a moment he wagged his finger. "I believe the last place was near Lake Chattawan. It's about fifteen minutes from here near the base of the mountains, much like Evermore's tribe. Been years since I've been there, but it's worth a try. Good thinking, kid."
Dominic placed a hand on Clara's shoulder and gave it a squeeze of reassurance. "Let's go."
It was hope, something that could be misleading. Clara stood up with the rest of the strange members of this little group of people in search of something that might stay buried, something she desperately didn't want. She walked with them. Everything that had happened in these less than twenty-four hours had changed her, she wasn't exactly sure who she was anymore, but that wasn't about to stop her from finding out the truth if anything it might help her find out who she really is.
Dominic drove to the place near the Lake, she tried to imagine what her father was like, but as she got older it became harder and harder to remember a fading ghost of the man he once was. She took a deep breath, Winston was backseat driving telling Dominic which road to turn or how fast he should be driving ("Any slower and I expect we'll get there when I'm dead," he said) she hoped Dominic was okay, he was almost a complete stranger helping out a strange woman in a bar, she admired that about him, being able to just out of the blue and help somebody, she could tell under the booze and the thick build was a very gentle man, or at least that's what she hoped. She turned her attention back on the window, soon they would be there, and they may or may not get their answers.
It was hard to see, the brush of trees under the mountains was thick and lavished with pine trees something she hadn't been expected when she had played this all in her head a few minutes ago, she kind of wondered what it would have been like growing up in a tribe as her father had, Ah, the stories he could have told her before he died. They made their way through the depths of greens and followed the hidden driveway, and once the winding ride was over, the car came to a stop. There it was a small but very hidden away tribe.
Scattered around were small wooden cabins with small porches with rocking chairs, there weren't too many people around but you could see where life was bustling in some places. Clara's stomach felt queasy for a minute it was all falling together. "See I knew it was here, I told ya," Winston chimed into the background. "Yep, it seems you did," she replied. Clara stood out of the car. And approaching from one of the cabins was a woman and man. Here the confrontation was about to begin.
Dominic rolled his eyes at Winston for what felt like the millionth time as he complained in the backseat about his driving. "If you wanna slide off the road after this snowfall and roll into a ditch, by all means, come take the wheel," the therian responded heatedly glancing at him in annoyance through the rearview mirror.
The beautiful landscape of the mountains that was the backdrop for this town became closer and closer as they had finally reached a large wooden sign with the words Lake Chattawan etched across it. Dominic drove slowly through the heavily populated trees until Winston pointed out near the base of the mountain where the road would bring them to the hidden tribe.
It was very quiet as a fresh snowfall tended to cause in the world. It was as though a sort of an unspoken blanket of silence covered the world when it snowed. It was one of his most favorite times to be in the woods and if he were at home right now, he'd probably be in wolf form padding along the forest floor as fast as he could for the enjoyment.
After the long and winding road had finally reached its peak, Dominic could immediately see the small and modest cabins of the tribe begin to appear. He parked his truck off the road and climbed out, taking in the surroundings. People were beginning to notice their arrival as questioning eyes began to fall upon them and Dom made sure to keep his therian abilities pushed outward for any kind of threatening behavior he could pick up on.
The first cabin they approached looked much like the others of the village. A middle-aged man and woman sat on the front porch and immediately stood to come and greet them. Nothing about them seemed hostile, but Dominic knew that also could be exactly how they fell into a trap. He let Clara step forward to talk to the pair as he and Winston remained at her flank. Dominic did what he did best which was to scan the area as casually as he could. Their backs were to the rest of the town and he wanted no surprises. Clara's scent had shifted slightly and he knew it was from how nervous she was feeling. He lightly placed his hand on her shoulder for a moment of comfort just as they met with the couple at the bottom of their stairs. This could be the moment of truth for Clara and he hoped it would bring her more clues to her past that could get her the answers she deserved.
It was exactly as one would picture, a picturesque backdrop to the beautiful little cabins, with the little snowfall, a few of the cabins roofs were decorated with the white innocence like snow. The eerie stillness, shook her for a moment, she was used to the quiet, she wasn't used to the unease. The middle-aged man and woman approached, he was tall and round in the middle, his hair on his head, was grey but there, and the woman, aged around the edges but her eyes held a youthfulness that she could tell from a mile away. Her black hair, mixed with strands of grey was pushed to the side in a braid, the skirts she was wearing, shifted the snow beneath her. They were exactly what you would expect to meet here in the middle of the woods.
Clara returned the smile, they were so well to offer, but her instincts were in full gear, she looked around, if this came to an attack how would they escape, they would have to go by car, the woods around them, surrounded them, and trying to find the way back to the road might be near impossible. "Welcome, what brings you this far out?" the woman asked, they could sense she was Initia surely, or they wouldn't have been allowed this far. She tried to get a hold of herself, but the words seemed to lose themselves at the base of her throat. It was the reassuring hand on her shoulder that made her speak up. "I'm looking into my father's life, he died some time ago, but he was Initia," she said, giving the lady a smile, as natural as she could. She hoped they could help, but apart of her wasn't sure she wanted the truth yet. "Let's go inside, we'll tell you more," the man spoke. No names had been exchanged but these people had already invited them into there home, either to being kind, or they wanted to walk them in a trap.
They walked the stairs, of the cabin porch, as the man and woman invited them in. She suspected they were married and when they walked in the suspicion was confirmed, along the walls were several family photos, pictures of them at there wedding, a picture of a newborn baby, and a few class photos in black and white. This was the home of a family and that reassured her a bit. "Please sit down, can I offer you something to drink," the woman asked. "No, Thank you," she replied. "Please sit down," the man instructed, waving his hand to the couch. She sat down, let the interview of sorts, begin.