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[swornanoath]

[Much has been going on in Paradisa, particularly relating to her own world. Much that a certain Windrunner has missed

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[deathwarder]

[ It appears you have a visitor, Vereesa. One moment, there were but books to keep her company; the next, an eerie cat is perched atop the pages she's so enthralled in, sharp teeth spread into a wicked grin. ]

So studious all of a sudden. You never struck me as the type, dear.

[ Alien this form may be, it could belong to only one individual. ]

[swornanoath]

[Welp. If there's anything that's going to startle the hell out of her, that'll do it. She jumps back a bit, startled by the sight.]

You. [She says with contempt, as per usual.] Do not pretend to be so familiar with what I am like.

[deathwarder]

[ Hardly fazed! Deathwing poofs out of existence, only to reappear on her shoulder, poof, her head, and then, in a particularly magnificent poof, in great multitudes, a furry harem of blood red eyes and taunting sneers surrounding her. ]

Someone's been at it a bit too long, if you ask me. Or is crankiness merely the default mood for an elf?

[ All seven heads tilt in perfect harmony, each regarding her with the same unsettling gaze. ]

[swornanoath]

[Rage levels... rising... But she does her best to keep a straight face.]

Perhaps, but I save such pleasantries for you in particular.