There is a girl newly arrived here named Sophie. I highly advise all of you to stay away from her, lest you upset me. She is very special, and I'll not have her harmed in any way while she is under my care.
Youth dreams a bliss on this side of death. It dreams a rest, if not more deep, More grateful than this marble sleep; It hears a voice within it tell: Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well. 'Tis all perhaps which man acquires, But 'tis not what our youth desires.
[immediately starts off with a low groan. her voice, when it comes in, sounds decidedly more irish. and very, very annoyed. it's a little more high-pitched, and indignant.]
—on't want to marry King Nebuchadnezzar, Gran! He's old and stupid and smells bad because he's human. I'm only fifteen, and I've got the rest of forever before me. I can't run off with the first man who—
[an abrupt pause. and then something happens that nobody who knows her would ever dream of. she screams (:]
Gran! What's this, you old witch?! You can't go shoving me off into Shadowrealms whenever you want, you old crazy!
I've got enough power to—to—
[her voice drops dead and then she speaks up again. she sounds almost scared.]
I don't think this is Babylon, is it.
[ooc; scatty has been reverted (: she is about fifteen years old now, and hasn't fully come into her powers yet. she is, however, still immortal. just not nearly as badass as you're all used to. have fun~~]