Xochiquetzal frowned as she heard Lyra scream, stepping forward from the shadows that she had ducked into to see that it was indeed a walrus. She tilted her head up for a moment to look at the telescope, nodding once in confirmation before turning to see that – oh. Lyra had walked away. Xochiquetzal had passed by the walrus to lean against the railing along the stairs and watch from between the bars as Lyra kept walking. She had a small hope that maybe the spirit would come out from wherever it was hiding and possess the girl as she was left, but it didn't appear to happen. In fact, nothing happened outside of the door clicking shut and Xochiquetzal finding herself alone, in a frightfully dark room with a walrus. She turned around and looked at the creature for a moment. “....Good evening.. Mr. Walrus, would you..” She took a flask out from within her robes and flicked the lid open, “..care for a drink..?” Ah, yes, another night of drinking alone in the museum – perhaps a spirit would come out and join her, but, for now, she supposed the walrus will make good company.
[End Day]
