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[black_lokiel]

Lokiel pounced her way along the corridor, following the scent. She had woken up in a playful mood, left the drawer in which she had napped, and decided to go looking for people. Boucning over an intersection, she caught the smell of one of her favourite people. And now she was tracking him. Of course, she did keep getting distracted by the

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[gorlim]

*He has perched himself in the rafters, where he contentedly doodles on some bits of old paper he found in the library. His sword hangs with a leather ruksack on a protruding nail, and for extra light, he has placed a candle among the remenants of a bird's nest in the open mouth of a gargoyle who once stood watch over the halls but now finds itself watching dust, since the more recent rafters were put up around his bulk.*

[black_lokiel]

*pouncepouncepounce..oooh! DustBunny! Lokiel purrs happily, before she returns back to her original mission, tracking. Sniiiiiifff...

Bouncing up onto a chair, she poses for a moment, looking around.

[[Now, where is he?]]

[gorlim]

*scritch scritch scritch*

*ponder*

*scribblescribblescirbble SCRATCH*

DAMN!

*scritch scritch...*

[black_lokiel]

Lokiel's ears perk slightly, as she hears something, before she bounds upwards, seeking a route till she lands on the rafters, claws extending to bite into the wood to secure her balance. Tail waving, she begins to pad along, looking about curiously.