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Indeed, another holiday to spend alone. Not that being alone on holidays bothered Mist, but there wasn't much in the way of surprises. It's hard to be surprised if you buy and wrap your own gift for Christmas.

Mist dashed about the apartment in a cheerful mood, however, her spirits getting into the whole holiday thing. Her small, cheap table was decorated in a Poinsettia theme, the lovely green tablecloth causing the red of her Poinsettia plant to burst out cheerfully against its complimentary color. A single place was set on the table, smooth white plates with red flowers sprinkled across the edge and in the middle.

Dinner was waiting at the store in the form of an already cooked chicken, so Mist wasn't too concerned about that. Mist turned a blue eye towards a nice pack of white sugar, the last ingredient she had needed to make the desert. She had found the sugar on her way home, and realizing that she had forgotten sugar completely, Mist instantly caught sight of it through the window of a small shop with the odd name of Wethkin. The Poinsettia shaped cake pan there in the window helped, of course. The sugar and the pan were bought and brought home, now sitting on the counter, calling out to be made.

Obligingly Mist began to make a bundt cake, humming merrily along the way. The small paper in her hand dictated the ingredients, and Mist followed them to the creation of the chocolate bundt cake.

During the wait for the bundt cake to cook, Mist cleaned up the kitchen and puttered about in boredom. The ding of the timer announced the bundt cake's being ready, and Mist pounced upon the oven and let the warm thing out.

After letting it cool, she colored the Poinsettia shaped lumps accordingly with frosting, then decided to snack on one. She cut a slice, laying it neatly on a plate and setting it beneath the Poinsettia on the table. Mist was about to sit down to devour the sweet when she suddenly realized what time it was. She bolted back up, realizing that the store closed early on the eve of a holiday, and she might miss her chicken. The bundt cake would have to wait for a little while longer before she ate it.

Wouldn't it?

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It had been a while since Mist had found the strange red egg, along with the cool watery blue one. She had kept both on the table where she could constantly see them, her curiosity piquing each time she looked over at them. The Pointsettia cake under the red egg was still as fresh as ever, which rather surprised Mist as she had thought that it would at least have molded over by now with being out in the open for so long. After looking over the two colorful shells, Mist turned away and retreated to her room to begin her day's work, which was, in fact, the same idea that the fly had as it entered through her open window.

The insect buzzed it's way through, speeding through the warped room while following a rather delectable scent. Small wings pounded through the air, a strange, shiny, hairy body creepy enough to make any little girl squeal. The scent was closer! The fly landed upon a deep red object, crawling across it and gliding down to the bread it lay upon. The fly's natural instincts told it to eat now and then run, however it smelled much better than most foods. Thus the fly decided to eat all of it right now. It pushed at the red egg that so blocked it's snack, and even though it was much smaller than the egg, the fly still succeeded in rolling the egg off. Eagerly the fly rubbed it's front legs together, ready to begin it's days work, which was, interestingly enough, the same thought of the wind as it fluttered through Mist's open window.

The wind loved open windows, as it could pass through and mess up anything it pleased as it passed. In the room it entered, however, there were no humans, so it just wasn't the same. It had caught a fly up in it's body, though, so it was a bit amusing to watch it struggle against the invisible hand. As the wind pulled the creature outside again, the red egg rolled about without it's sweet base, thinking not on the day's work. Slowly it progressed to the stack of papers on the chair at the table, suddenly beginning a decent downwards, knocking from one set of papers to the next until it rolled to the carpet without a single crack.

The red egg rolled about in silent glee, reveling in the freedom of movement. The world belonged to it, anything could be done! Heck, it could rule the world!

Mist walked in, opening the fridge and taking a drink out of the milk carton before migrating over to the front door to check for the new phone book. "Still not here?" She frowned, hands on hips as she stared curiously at the empty doorway.

The door was open? The red egg rejoiced and rolled closer. The light at the end of the room! Closer--closer--almost--

"Whoops, how'd you get down here?" Mist blinked and picked up the small red egg, smiling warmly as she set it back on the Pointsettia bundt cake. She found that she had a bad habit of talking to inanimate objects, though she didn't really care, "There you go. Almost lost you there."