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Aug. 11th, 2013 10:58 am[When the feed comes on, there's the briefest flash of Arya's jaw before the camera focuses on Nymeria's face. She's not snarling, in fact she looks rather peaceful - but she is a direwolf, and you know, pony sized.]
This is Nymeria. She's going to spend a lot of time in the CES, so you shouldn't worry about her. She doesn't eat babies.
[Arya turns the camera back on herself, eyes narrowing.] But she might make an exception if you pull on her fur. All you stupid babies should leave her alone, or else it'll be your own fault when you lose your hand.
[She goes to kill the feed, then, but pauses. Where she was relatively (meanly) amused a moment ago, she's pensive now.] Tyrion's gone. His door went back to normal again.
[She makes a face.] Kirk, too. But he's a liar and you shouldn't ever trust him anyway. I'm not making this announcement again when you're grown up, so write yourself a note if you think you'd care.
[Stark out.]
[Private to Lark]
Where are you?
[Spam]
[The overwhelming question during this flood has absolutely been where's Lark? She brings Nymeria out of the CES to go looking, and she follows Nymeria's nose half the time - though for a couple hours, she goes back to her room and changes shape herself. They look comical together like that, a pony sized wolf and a pup, but it's not that much stranger than Nymeria walking around with Arya when she's normal-shaped; she wishes she was getting taller.
They go all over, looking for the other alpha - though Arya thinks he might not be an alpha anymore. Or not yet. Or however this is meant to work.]
This is Nymeria. She's going to spend a lot of time in the CES, so you shouldn't worry about her. She doesn't eat babies.
[Arya turns the camera back on herself, eyes narrowing.] But she might make an exception if you pull on her fur. All you stupid babies should leave her alone, or else it'll be your own fault when you lose your hand.
[She goes to kill the feed, then, but pauses. Where she was relatively (meanly) amused a moment ago, she's pensive now.] Tyrion's gone. His door went back to normal again.
[She makes a face.] Kirk, too. But he's a liar and you shouldn't ever trust him anyway. I'm not making this announcement again when you're grown up, so write yourself a note if you think you'd care.
[Stark out.]
[Private to Lark]
Where are you?
[Spam]
[The overwhelming question during this flood has absolutely been where's Lark? She brings Nymeria out of the CES to go looking, and she follows Nymeria's nose half the time - though for a couple hours, she goes back to her room and changes shape herself. They look comical together like that, a pony sized wolf and a pup, but it's not that much stranger than Nymeria walking around with Arya when she's normal-shaped; she wishes she was getting taller.
They go all over, looking for the other alpha - though Arya thinks he might not be an alpha anymore. Or not yet. Or however this is meant to work.]
