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[lord_feanor]

*puts Caranthire to bed in her old room, surreptitiously sticking a sedative in her drink to keep her calm and asleep*

*summons forth the entire family to the House o' Feanor*

Right.

Caranthire's stuck in the throes of a flashback. First Age flashback. So. You know what that means. She's confused and enraged. So tread lightly. I can't keep her

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[mornaquilde]

*blinks*

So... Nana's my Ada now? :S

[lord_feanor]

...

No. She's... er... well. You've read the history books, right?

[mornaquilde]

Oh come on. She can't be that bad...

Right? :S

[lord_feanor]

*sighs*

I'm afraid so, boy. On top of that, she's rather pissed off about being a she. And by pissed off, read psychopathic.

[kurufinwe]

Hoo boy. :S

[lord_feanor]

Oh yes. It's going to be very... "interesting" over the next few days.

*claps you on the shoulder*

FORTUNATELY... you and Turco were always her favourite siblings. So you're going to have to help calm her down. >:)

[kurufinwe]

At least she's probably got plenty of handcuffs laying around.

[lord_feanor]

Assuming you can get close enough to put them on her, yes.