Jun 03 15:05:03 <Knave>	The roof of Columba Hall, with its chimneys and the general quiet of the building below, had become Gloria's favourite lurking spot. Plus, it was usually less busy than the dorm roof, where there was sometimes a small queue to brood. One hand on a chimneystack, the rest of her body hunched and peering over the courtyard, Gloria is perched in absolute stillness.
Jun 03 15:06:59 <SpookyBee>	She may, perchance, see a rather large, eathy-brown-and-green dog-like creature lurking about the courtyard, with stale, brown spines sticking from the long, mohawkesque mane running down its spine! It does little more than pick through the snow, digging with its claws.
Jun 03 15:09:49 <Knave>	Not much escapes her gaze. A viewer carefully watching Gloria might see the slight lean forward, the raise of the haunches. The reptilian pupils focusing on the movements of the strange beast. Probably a student. Possibly not. It definitely has her interest.
Jun 03 15:11:13 <SpookyBee>	Maj sniffs about. A good deal bigger than any dog- Possibly lion-sized. After a moment, she stalks over to a trea, leaping up onto a low branch and lying across it!
Jun 03 15:13:51 <Knave>	With certain tread, Gloria makes slow movements along the roof's edge, low and lower until she's padding all four clawed limbs. When she arrives at the closest part of the edge to the unfamiliar creature, she stops in place, then seems to rotate forward purely about her ankles, gripping the edge of the roof in her hands as her front half dangles forward to inspect the beast.
Jun 03 15:15:08 <SpookyBee>	... Upon closer inspection, it's apparent that her fur is, in fact, a thick blanket of moss, and the mane being like wheat stalks. The spines, themselves, are sharp, thick chunks of tree bark!
Jun 03 15:19:08 <Knave>	Curious. Gloria's head twitches a fraction to one side. Then, watching the thing in the tree, she'd fool anyone into thinking she was a real stone gargoyle if it weren't for the dress and the hair. And the glowing eyes, focused intently on the strange creature in the tree.
Jun 03 15:20:47 <SpookyBee>	Things would be perfectly calm... Were it not for Majala's eyes wandering over Gloria... And with that, she drops from the branch, to the ground once again. She starts moving towards Gloria's building at a gentle stride!
Jun 03 15:23:21 <Knave>	No change crosses Gloria's twisted stone face to indicate any reaction to the development. Her whole body is still, just her eyes following Majala's movements across the snow to the academia building.
Jun 03 15:26:03 <SpookyBee>	Majala's front paws start to crack and break and grow, twisting into a pair of rather long, muscular arms tipped with somewhat-humanoid hands with long claws! The moss on her forelimbs gives way and falls off, replaced with gold-brown fur. She leave up, anchoring herself onto the side of the building as she starts to scale it!
Jun 03 15:27:25 <Knave>	In slow movements that you might call relaxed if they didn't look so stony-stiff, Gloria lays her arms crossed over the edge of the building and rests her chin on them. The always-open maw folds over to look almost shut as she watches Majala scale the building towards her.
Jun 03 15:29:55 <SpookyBee>	She reaches Gloria's level, resuming her change! Her body changes and twists again, the rest of the moss giving way to gold, black-spotted fur, and a rather large amount of lean muscle! Upright, she stands at seven or so feet.
Jun 03 15:32:16 <Knave>	After a few seconds, Gloria begins to stand, a slow process that sounds like a millstone. Gloria herself never quite gets to upright, standing around a hunched five feet, looking the new arrival up and down with no particular expression on her inhuman face.
Jun 03 15:33:24 <SpookyBee>	Majala blinks, then tilts her head, leaning over to give a sniff! Clothing... Hair, must be... Human? No... Other? Perhaps. One last time, Majala's body starts to change, shrinking and losing her fur, in place for a head of long curly, red hair and caramel-colored skin!
Jun 03 15:35:39 <Knave>	The way the corners of Gloria's mouth fall slightly at the change, someone paying close attention might deduce that the expression she'd been wearing up to now was a smile. Or something like one. Then in a voice like quicksand choking on itself, she asks, "Take it you're a student, then?"
Jun 03 15:36:45 <SpookyBee>	Majala's change is rather slow, but finally she stands- sky clad and with blue painted streaks here and there on her body. "... Student? Yes. You are... Golem? Familiar. See many!"
Jun 03 15:40:47 <Knave>	"No." She responds, a little tetchily. Maybe her heavy brows dropped a fraction of an inch, or maybe that was just Majala's imagination. Hard to tell with a face like that. Apparently rapidly losing interest in Majala, Gloria places a hand on the top of a nearby chimney and begins climbing it, the movements unnatural and jerky like a bad clockwork puppet. "Don't know what I am," She says, not looking at her,
Jun 03 15:40:47 <Knave>	"Not a golem."
Jun 03 15:41:48 <SpookyBee>	"... Gargoule maybe? Good hunters. Very strong! You hunt?" She tilts her head.
Jun 03 15:42:59 <Knave>	Gloria's gaze snaps to Majala's forehead all at once, stays on her for a moment, then her head slowly turns away again. "I try not to." She quips.
Jun 03 15:44:14 <SpookyBee>	"... Why no hunt? Very exciting... Hunt for Great Mother." She nods excitedly!
Jun 03 15:50:43 <Knave>	"People don't like it when their pets go missing, I find." If she spoke any faster, she'd have great deadpan delivery.
Jun 03 15:51:34 <SpookyBee>	"... No pets! Hunt bear and deer and wolf. Strong prey only! Bring honor and food for Great Mother..."
Jun 03 15:52:58 <Knave>	Gloria looks at Majala again, eyes running up and down her nose slowly for a good few seconds. "Don't get many bears in the city."
Jun 03 15:53:34 <SpookyBee>	"Hunt in forest. Use trees and brush. Never hunt before? Could teach..." Majala's speaks happily, her accent of Finnish origin.
Jun 03 15:54:52 <Knave>	"I'm all right, thanks." Gloria's eyes flick away again over the courtyard, the mix of vague east-coast American and remnants of English in her bored, rough voice.
Jun 03 16:00:18 <SpookyBee>	"... Sound stressed. You okay?"Majala tilts her head, looking over the stone girl.
Jun 03 16:03:53 <Knave>	"I'm fine." She says, looking over the courtyard from her perch on the chimney.
Jun 03 16:18:33 <SpookyBee>	"... Oh. Okay." She nods. "... Can hug?"
Jun 03 16:20:08 <Knave>	"Rather we didn't." She says gruffly, just about perfectly still on her perch, glance only momentarily looking over Majala.
Jun 03 16:21:18 <SpookyBee>	Majala is still there, looking at her. "... Can be friends? Friends good, yes..."
Jun 03 16:22:36 <Knave>	"If you must." The glowing eyes roll, and her head gives a lurching turn to regard the girl again, "You're not related to the cat girl, are you? Talk the bloody same."
Jun 03 16:23:13 <SpookyBee>	"... Cat girl? No. Not cat. Know cat boy though... Apologies if talking annoying, not good with English..."
Jun 03 16:24:25 <Knave>	Gloria shakes her head slightly after a brief pause. "It's fine." She slouches forward, as much as stone can slouch, "You not cold like that?"
Jun 03 16:25:17 <SpookyBee>	"No... Do not feel cold! Born of ice and fire, and of moss and tree. Child of nature." Majala smiles, nodding.
Jun 03 16:26:34 <Knave>	"Hrn." Gloria nods, "And I take it you can't keep clothes on when you change, eh?"
Jun 03 16:27:15 <SpookyBee>	"... No. Always tear! Very week clothes."
Jun 03 16:31:01 <Knave>	"Lucky for some." Gloria mutters, more of a sandy gargle in the back of her throat than a vocalization, "Haven't caught your name, by the by."
Jun 03 16:32:04 <SpookyBee>	"... My name Majala. Yours?" She smiles.
Jun 03 16:32:49 <Knave>	"Gloria." She rumbles.
Jun 03 16:34:28 <SpookyBee>	"Gloria...? Nice name... Kind, yes." She nods, sitting on the ground.
Jun 03 16:35:07 <Knave>	Gloria's eyes follow Majala as she sits, then they roll back towards the courtyard. "If you say so."
Jun 03 16:37:21 <SpookyBee>	"... Also strong name." Majala smiles, nodding sagely!
Jun 03 16:39:49 <Knave>	"Suppose so." Gloria says evenly, unmoving.
Jun 03 16:40:52 <SpookyBee>	"You not very talkitive."
Jun 03 16:42:19 <Knave>	"Suppose not, no." She says, her inhuman mouth contorting to form the sounds.
Jun 03 16:43:07 <SpookyBee>	She nods. "... Going to find food now." Majala smiles, then catapaults herself off the building, waving back to Gloria!
Jun 03 16:43:34 <Knave>	Gloria might nod in goodbye. Or perhaps she's just shifting in place.
Jun 03 16:43:49 <SpookyBee>	-Scene grumpily met-