[Caitlyn doesn't see or hear Clara at first - a head taller than Clara even when they're on flat ground, now that she's up on a table Clara is well below her eyeline. But the stern voice reminds her enough of her mother to immediately cut through the fiddle music and the sound of her own feet stomping.]
Clara! [The burly fellow twirls her around, momentarily breaking her eye contact with Clara, as the fiddle music continues.
This a friend of yours, love? he asks.
Caitlyn nods.] Yes. [To Clara, she says:] You should join us up here!
[Why did she say that? She didn't really mean to. Ever since her excursion to the Room of Seals, she's been having urges and compulsions that she can only assume are a result of whatever deal she may have inadvertently made by agreeing to give something sanctuary. It's like there's someone else in her head with her, and that person wants nothing so much as to drink, dance, and be merry.]
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Clara! [The burly fellow twirls her around, momentarily breaking her eye contact with Clara, as the fiddle music continues.
This a friend of yours, love? he asks.
Caitlyn nods.] Yes. [To Clara, she says:] You should join us up here!
[Why did she say that? She didn't really mean to. Ever since her excursion to the Room of Seals, she's been having urges and compulsions that she can only assume are a result of whatever deal she may have inadvertently made by agreeing to give something sanctuary. It's like there's someone else in her head with her, and that person wants nothing so much as to drink, dance, and be merry.]