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[Dairine was in Conan's room, having just recently broken into it. She had meant to chase her friend out of hiding except he wasn't there at the moment. Surprising, but Dairine was pleased. He had been avoiding people too much lately. It wasn't healthy.

Well, while she was here, she might as well wait to see if he'll show up. Taking out her journal she starts a message that she's been meaning to make.]

[Galadriel]

I need to talk to you about something.

[With that done, she begins flipping through the journal as she waits. Suddenly she hears a cracking noise. Looking over at the egg, she can see that it is beginning to hatch. Curious, she walks over, trying to get a closer look. What kind of egg would Conan have around?

That's when the egg break open, revealing a medium-sized, turtle-like creature. Well, turtle was as close as she could describe the creature, which was more like a dome with eyes and seven pairs of stubby legs. It looks almost as if it were made out of layers of pale translucent white glass with thin layers of color mixed within. The glass glowed from some hidden layer deep inside. Kicking it's legs, the creature wobbled a bit before climb out of the egg. It took a few steps over before bumping into her leg.]

With!

Oh my god... [Reaching down, she picks the creature up to get a closer look at it, earning a protesting "With!" and numerous kicking legs. There was no denying it. This... was a first generation mobile, the species she had invented. The voice sounds slightly different from the others she knew, but it still had that voice-synthesizer quality to it. She gently puts it down and watches as it starts investigating the room.]

What are you doing here?

[Later she and the mobile can be found out in the yard. It is very curious, trying to run ahead of her constantly. Thankfully she's fast enough to keep up. Anyone outside though might have a glassy turtle come up to them suddenly, moving like a fast wind-up toy. It stares up curiously.]

With?

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[Conan. of course chooses that exact moment to enter the room. He stops and stares at the scene.]

Dairine, what are you doing?

[He couldn't even be surprised that she had broken into his room again.]

Of course, pinig. You have my full attention.

Um... Can we meet in person for this?

[She'd like to think she won't be overheard here, but you never know. Conan might bug his room or something. She wouldn't put it past him.]

[And now she's a little bit worried.] Of course. Shall I come to you or you to me?

Oh, hey Conan. [She says as if this is totally normal, being in his room without his permission. Sadly, it kind of is.] Watching this little guy.

[She points towards said little guy, who is crawling under the bed now.]

I can meet you. [Galadriel's room is probably safer anyway.]

Are you in your room? I can drop by in a minute.

I am. I will be expecting you.

Right. I'll be there.

[It takes longer than a minute. In fact, it takes a good half hour at least for Dairine to leave Conan's room after the addition of... their kid... hatches. But eventually there is a knock at the door, and Dairine is standing outside. At her feet is the mobile, who followed her there.]

[It's alright; Galadriel has had her own little one to deal with. As evidenced by the little fawn-sized unicorn curled up on her couch.

When she opens the door, Galadriel offers both Dairine and the mobile a warm smile.]

Dairine. I see you brought a friend.

[Dairine offers her a small smile as the mobile gives a pleased "Yes!"]

Yeah, he sort of tagged along. Can we come in?

Of course. [She steps aside, holding the door open for them. On the couch, the little unicorn eyes them warily, as though trying to decide if they are alright.]

Do not mind Iestivren; she will be no trouble. [If only because the little thing looks like she's about to fall asleep.]

[Aaron had just returned from a walk with Clyde when he encounters the turtle thing. Its stare is met with one of his own. He has never seen anything like it before and he's worried this is another castle trick. But for now he'll play it safe.]

What the 'eck is you?

[Meanwhile Clyde will sniff the creature curiously.]

[He really needed to get better locks.]

What is it?

[As if locks would keep her out.]

A mobile. [She frowns.] Why did you have a mobile in an egg? Mobiles don't hatch from eggs.

Thank you. [The mobile parrots "Thank" as they step into the room.]

Oh hey, you got yourself a unicorn! Neat.

[And Galadriel just goes to sit beside aforementioned unicorn, letting Dair take her usual spot.] She is a sweet little thing. Thranduil and I were fortunate in that much.

[And Dairine does, picking up the mobile to sit in her lap when it bumps against her leg. He curls his legs under himself, seeming content.]

So you got paired with the Elf King, huh? [Irony, the castle knows it well.]

Poirot.

[The mobile answers helpfully. He regards the four-legged creature curiously, having mostly seen two legged ones so far. He tries to gently bump into its leg in a show of friendship.]

Data. [He requests. New creature, need data.]

It is becoming something of a pattern with us. [There's just a hint of displeasure in her voice. Nothing against Thranduil, but she's becoming slightly concerned that people may draw the wrong conclusions.]

A poirot?

[Aaron replies with a puzzled expression. He then watches as Clyde interact with the "poirot", ready to drag him off if it turns hostile.

Clyde gives the peculiar creature a look as it bumps against him. He barks at it. It doesn't seem to be another dog at least. But the German Shepard has no idea what it is. Which makes two of them. So Clyde will just continue to bark. It's a trained guard dog so it's not as curios as other dogs. It's more cautiously observing the "poirot"]

Yeah, the castle likes doing that sometimes. [Like hinting that she and Roshaun are a thing. When they most definitely are not. At all. Nope. He's not even here why does it keep doing this??]

At least you didn't get paired up with Conan though.

[A low chuckle] I imagine he is grateful for that as well; I believe he finds me something of a nuisance.

Somehow I'm not surprised. I wouldn't take it too hard; he sees pretty much everyone as a nuisance. [Or help or a criminal. There aren't too many other options.]

Oh, I do not mind. It is natural enough that he should think of me so; there are few, I think, who openly worry for his safety. [She offers a little smile] But I assume you did not come here to discuss Conan.

[Nita hasn't spent much time around the mobiles, but she's seen them. So when she's approached by one, she smiles]

Hey, little guy.

[And then she immediately starts looking around for her sister.]

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