THIS IS THE MORNING REPORT - nivata + oprah needed ; report

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    "Excuse me Miss Nivata and Miss Oprah but I have some stuff to tell you." She had never been to this part of the camp and had never believe she would be permitted to it. It had taken some minutes to fully learn the way via a kindly clan-mate and now she was here, offering a smile though a weakened one for her acting had cost her some energy and light in her once bursting life. She did not like her character's personality however had condemned herself by starting the gig up herself and had nothing left to do about it.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 440px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt]Miss. That was something she hadn't been called in a while. "What would that be?" she hummed, her lion's tail waving a greeting as she traipsed over in her griffin form. The mythical hybrid would be the body most would meet the commander in while inside a building, considering it was rather hard to do so with a large dragon since she didn't have the ability to shrink - only to grow. As for Penny being in this part of the camp, neither did she care for that. They were just places, really, and it's not as if this was some royal family or whatnot. Anyone could become leader or a hp, really, so on such as scale of things hierarchies weren't of concern of her. Not that they weren't fun at times.[/fancypost]