2:00 ᴘᴍ — 2ɴᴅ Sʜᴏᴏᴛ: ɢʀᴀᴘʜᴏʀɴ ʀᴀɴɢᴇ — ɴᴏʀᴀ + ᴏᴘᴇɴ The last thing Nora wanted — despite the Quodpot players looking very nice, indeed — were these people in any of her habitats. That included the Graphorn Habitat that they were currently occupying. This was dangerous and stupid and... well, okay, so that might describe her when she was feeling violent, but still. She wasn't violent here at the Reserve. That would have ended up just... dangerous and stupid.
She was standing ready to go deal with any idiocy when the idiocy actually came to her. In the form of one of the very cute Quodpot players. Apparently, the brand new rings on her ring finger weren't glitzy enough to keep the attention of this one from being directed at her.
It was sweet, really. And flattering. But she'd had to tell him no twice before she finally gave him the grin that scared those around her who knew her and informed him that if he didn't go on his way the Graphorns weren't going to be what he was in danger from here and pointed to her ring.
When he slinked away with his tail between his legs, she retook her position and kept watch. She'd seen Healer Brynn flitting about somewhere around here. Maybe she could send the guy in her direction. That girl was too tightly wound as it was. Nora was ready for this particular shoot to just end. It could be fun in other habitats... just not hers. Please and thank you, no.