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[say_thee_neigh]

[As darkness falls, a great shadow creeps across camp. It gathers on top of the mess hall into the form of a cloaked beast. All at once she casts back her hoot, eyes glowing with moonlight, her velvety wings spread wide against the black sky. She speaks in a booming . . . loudness. Like, wow. That's really, really loud.]

HEAR YE, ALL THOU STRANGE,

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[misswexler]

I'm trying.

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[say_thee_neigh]

EXCELLENT. CARRY ON, THEN.

[misswexler]

[sarcasm is coming, but.]

...you're a horse.

[say_thee_neigh]

PONY, IF THOU PLEASETH.

[misswexler]

...wow.

[does not seem terribly sarcastic]

[say_thee_neigh]

THY AWE IS UNDERSTANDABLE, BUT NOT OUR AIM AT PRESENT.

[misswexler]

If waking people up wasn't your aim, you probably shouldn't have been shouting.