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Message: <blockquote data-quote="kirinke" data-source="post: 1520583" data-attributes="member: 15409">TeleriTeleri pauses in her singing as she hears a bit of conversation. Feedback? dream... maybe. Pets. That's what the creature, whoever, whatever had her caged thought of her. She knew that. The feelings that came through were very clear on that particular subject. A dream or no. That made her mad. Elves were not pets. She grinned humorlessly. She hated inclosed spaces. All elves did really. Even maybe drow. Perhaps that was why they hate us so much. She mused. To be inclosed underground, cut away from the light. No wonder they want us dead. We stole their light. Being imprisioned within her own mind was horrible. But she might be able to get some of her own back. At least a little. She 'stood up' figuratively speaking and "coughed loudly" trying to get whoever it was caging her. Then she sang."The wheel goes around and around and around. The wheel goes around and around and around...." she grinned as she sang at the top of her mental lungs. If they wound up killing her, Teleri swore to herself she would haunt whoever did for the rest of their lives and sing all of the gnomish songs she ever learned. As loudly as possible in as off-key as she could.ooc:a novel way of keeping insanity at bay? well not really for an elf. but the thought or song is there. ^)^</blockquote>