Accidental Video
[The kidnapping at least had been quiet. Moiraine hadn't seen or felt anything when the droids came and took her from her bed, shift and all. But when she'd woken up, she'd born the experimentation with a quiet dignity befitting an Initiate of the White Tower. But inside, she seethed, not that it'd done any good.
And now that she'd been returned she was no less livid. Waking up in the forest was one thing. Waking up in the forest naked another. But this...oh...Light! This was something entirely new. Dark feathers ruffled and fluttered as she climbed to her feet, realizing that she was now looking up at bushes she'd have looked down on before the experiment. Casting about, she...waddled...awkwardly over to a nearby stream and squawked in shock.]
L...ight!
[To her surprise...words do come out, though warped and warbled through the bird-beak. That freaks her out more and she inspects herself closer. Some sort of...bird?
Another warbling cry later, she shuffles over to her journal and realizes that it has indeed been on the entire time.]
W-what?! What under the Light is...Siuan? Anyone? Am...I...a...bird? Or am I seeing things? What day is it? What season is it? How long have I been gone?
And how am I supposed to bloody well return to normal?
[A while later, Moiraine the Loon can be found flapping along through town, or perched on top of the fountain, or perhaps swimming in it. The desire to be near water is undeniably strong, and it has nothing to do with spirits and everything to do with the fact that she is now a waterfowl.]
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[The kidnapping at least had been quiet. Moiraine hadn't seen or felt anything when the droids came and took her from her bed, shift and all. But when she'd woken up, she'd born the experimentation with a quiet dignity befitting an Initiate of the White Tower. But inside, she seethed, not that it'd done any good.
And now that she'd been returned she was no less livid. Waking up in the forest was one thing. Waking up in the forest naked another. But this...oh...Light! This was something entirely new. Dark feathers ruffled and fluttered as she climbed to her feet, realizing that she was now looking up at bushes she'd have looked down on before the experiment. Casting about, she...waddled...awkwardly over to a nearby stream and squawked in shock.]
L...ight!
[To her surprise...words do come out, though warped and warbled through the bird-beak. That freaks her out more and she inspects herself closer. Some sort of...bird?
Another warbling cry later, she shuffles over to her journal and realizes that it has indeed been on the entire time.]
W-what?! What under the Light is...Siuan? Anyone? Am...I...a...bird? Or am I seeing things? What day is it? What season is it? How long have I been gone?
And how am I supposed to bloody well return to normal?
[A while later, Moiraine the Loon can be found flapping along through town, or perched on top of the fountain, or perhaps swimming in it. The desire to be near water is undeniably strong, and it has nothing to do with spirits and everything to do with the fact that she is now a waterfowl.]
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loonsedai))
