confined innocent -- open, joining

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    Woah, that was a huge wall. Whoever had constructed it must have had a lot of time on their hands... or someone that they really, really didn't want to see. Probably both- she knew she didn't have time to build a wall for any old somebody, especially since she couldn't exactly keep a record of anything bad that others had done to her. She could record faces and names with no problem, since the paper was right there when she needed it, but attacks and kidnappings... not so much.


    Oh, well. Walking straight up to the wall, Rorschachpaw stared up at it, trying to estimate how high it was. Would it kill someone if she shoved them off? It probably would, yeah- or if it didn't, they probably wouldn't remember the incident anyway. Or anything following it, for that matter.


    Giggling to herself at the thought of the possible outcomes, the apprentice sat down and curled her tail around her paws. If this land belonged to a group, weren't people supposed to come by and ask if she wanted to come in? Hopefully they would soon, but if they didn't, it was okay; she didn't mind the cold.

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    April would find the newcomer by the wall and give a nod in greeting. It was a pretty big wall. "How may I help you?" she asked.




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    Overhearing the other voice, the apprentice turned her head and stared at her, briefly slack-jawed. Woah, was that a living, breathing, dragon? Her sister would've been shocked into catatonia had she been here. "I didn't know dragons existed," she finally said, a smile lighting her face. "That's so cool." Wait, what was she doing here? Her ears flattening back in something resembling embarrassment, she pulled her hat off of her head and took out the piece of paper within, then unfolded it and read it.


    A bunch of groups nearby, join one and write down some stuff here about it. DON'T LOSE THIS. c:


    Right, right. Giggling, she looked back up at the dragon. "I want to join, what's this place called?" she asked, flicking her tail.

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    April would chuckle when the other was amazed. Some people were more amazed than others, some people had already seen a dragon before, and there were some people who thought that each species had a different language. For example Bubbles.




    "Well welcome, this is the Westeroes. I am April Tyrell, what's your name?"




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    Westeros? Like the cardinal direction, and then the Greek word for love? More specifically, romantic love, if her sister had taught her correctly... but she wasn't even sure how long ago that had been. She'd been less than two months old, she knew that, but she didn't know how old she was now, so that wasn't really helpful.


    Either way, it was an odd name. Writing down Westeros at the top of the paper, and April Tyrell - white dragon on the left side, she nodded. "My name's Rorschachk-" she began, but then frowned. Wait a second, she wasn't a kit anymore, was she? Well, she supposed it was changeable, and she was probably around the age where the suffix changed to -paw. Smiling once more, she continued, "Rorschachpaw. Nice to meet you."

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    April gave a nod, smiling. "Pleasure to meet you Rorschachpaw, is there anything I can do to assist you?" she would say.




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    c o r i o l a n u s ▽



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    n. a tragedy by william shakespeare; legendary roman military hero; high king of westeros

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    [justify][font=trebuchet ms] Coriolanus had been at first concerned to hear someone strange was at the Wall, but when he found it was simply a joiner, he calmed a little. The high king, though, couldn't help but remember the time Westeros had been invaded by the beings over the Wall. Dark times, those days. The sleipnir, however, had a bright look on his gave as he trotted over to greet the newcomer. "Greetings, Rorschachpaw, welcome to Westeros. I am the high king Coriolanus Lannister. I hope you find our kingdom to your liking."
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    Did she need anything? Probably not, she had her name list and her hat, so she was good. Actually, maybe a tour would be helpful... "If you could show me around the area, miss Tyrell, I'd appreciate it," she answered, nodding. Then, turning to the eight-legged horse- huh, another creature she'd never seen before- she wrote down King Coriolanus Lannister - spider horse and smiled at him. "Thank you, mister Lannister."

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    Glancing over at the other feline, the apprentice flicked an ear. Huh, why was she looking off to the side? Well, there was probably a good reason, that she'd find out sooner or later. She'd have to remember to write it down, if it was ever revealed. "Thank you, Miss Arryn, but I think I'll be fine for now," she answered, scratching down Blindlove Arryn - black, brown, and white domestic cat below the others' names.

    The arctic fox had been losing her white puffball of a pelt and now appeared even smaller than usual, and her fur was nearly all on the brown side now. Her yellow eyes shifted toward the new joiner to Westeros as she padded over, then stopped by the others and offered a small dip of her head to the newcomer. "I'm Saphyr, the maester." She said. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Rorschachpaw. If you ever need any wounds treated or anything of the like, let me know." She added, knowing that sometimes not everyone knew what a maester was. She certainly hadn't when she'd first arrived; she hadn't known anything about Westeros.

    Turning over to the fox, the apprentice nodded, adding Saphyr - arctic fox, medic under Blindlove's name. Maester was a funny title for a doctor, but who was she to judge? "I'll keep that in mind, then, miss Saphyr," she said, flicking an ear at the other female. "It's great to meet you all."

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    Rorschachsplotch? Hadn't she said Rorschachpaw? They were both pretty long names, though... although come to think of it, -splotch seemed like a fitting suffix, considering what the psychiatrist was known for. She'd have to write that down. Writing -splotch in the bottom right corner, then adding Lucerys Targaryen - gray dragon under Saphyr's name, she nodded again. "Nice to meet you, mister Targayr- Targaryen."