*emerges sometime in the afternoon from the bedroom and manifests a cup of coffee for herself*

*curls up on the couch with it and casually flicks through a magazine*

*prowls silently through Tirion, keeping an eye out for potential allies or just general sources of amusement*

*falls asleep, still sniffling angrily about her zombie's demise*

*wakes up several hours later, feeling oddly constricted by her clothing*

*looks in the mirror and stares*

:o

:D

>:D

*pulls off her undersized garments and slips into something far more diaphanous and revealing and slips out of her room to Saurons*

*comes to several hours later after her sudden drug-induced nap*

*stares blearily at her surroundings then remembers the demise of her puppy zombie*

*SCREAMS*

*decides it's far too bloody hot to stay in humanoid form*

*transforms into a reptile and trots out to the patch of wasteland that passes for the garden*

*finds a suitably sunny patch and basks*

*decides to inflict her zombie pet on some other unwitting members of society*

*takes him to the park and spots Caranthir's twins playing*

Ooooh... Kiddy zombies!!! >:D

VEAL BRAINS, PHARRIE!

*skips back towards the temple gleefully*

*sings smugly*

I made a Zombie. I made a Zombie.

*is no longer pissed off about being short*

*is, instead, sad*

*shuffles around the temple morosely, clutching her severed and more than slightly decayed head*

*is starting to get more than a little fed up of her current height*

*and as a result is in a pretty bad mood*

*stomps around the Temple, the resounding echoes of her tap-shoed footsteps letting all in the vicinity know she's crabby*

*plays with the palantir, randomly spying on different people*

Boring. Boring. Ew, nekkid people... boring...

*stops switching focus as something catches her eye*

Well, well... what's this then?

*watches for a bit then sniggers*

>:)

Oh yes. I smell blackmail.