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fandomhighdorms2008-05-10 08:11 pm
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Just outside the dorms: Saturday morning
Gladys was going for a walk, because a morning constitutional was important for a healthy body and a healthy mind (never mind that her body was made of clay and her mind was a scroll of paper, covered in words). Or rather, she was attempting to go for a walk. So far, she had managed to get out of the front door.
"You Must Move, Small Tortoises." She was standing very still in the midst of a wave of tiny, golden tortoises. It was impossible for her to take so much as even a single step without crushing them, and it was important to be kind to animals.
She attempted to scoop them up and push them aside, but more just trundled in to fill the space, all looking up at her expectantly, and now she had two giant handfuls of wee tortoises. Her eyes flared slightly. "This Is Not Where You Are Supposed To Be."
Despite that, the ones in her hands looked very comfortable. Golems did tend to be on the warm side.
[ooc: open, of course, as she's in the open!]
"You Must Move, Small Tortoises." She was standing very still in the midst of a wave of tiny, golden tortoises. It was impossible for her to take so much as even a single step without crushing them, and it was important to be kind to animals.
She attempted to scoop them up and push them aside, but more just trundled in to fill the space, all looking up at her expectantly, and now she had two giant handfuls of wee tortoises. Her eyes flared slightly. "This Is Not Where You Are Supposed To Be."
Despite that, the ones in her hands looked very comfortable. Golems did tend to be on the warm side.
[ooc: open, of course, as she's in the open!]