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 Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 10:23 am
 Xenia sighed as she sorted her books that her grandmother passed to her to read. Rolling her eyes, she sat herself on the small step ladder she is using to sort the shelf. 'Maybe I should get another shelf...' It was then, deep in thought, that she heard a knock. Startled, she nearly face planted into the floor In her attempt to answer "Gah, what in the world?"
Folding her wings, wincing a little at the twinge of pain on her left wing from knocking it into the shelf a few hours ago, she blinked at the door before opening it. What greeted her almost caused her to scream but she managed to hold her breath. A chest. A silver chest. Xenia was confused. When did she get this chest? What in her grandmother's name is- Oh!
"The key from Halloween...but..." It made sense, Xenia pondered as she bend over to pick the chest up and take it into the house. 'Oh gods, heavy...' she squeaked a little and slowly moved back into the room, closing the door with her wing. Setting it on the floor, as her table were full of books, she went in search of the key. Which she has misplaced....damn.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 5:04 pm
After much searching, Xenia wandered back to the chest, key in hand. "Next time, I am going to carry a pouch for all the small things..." Brushing her blonde hair from her face, she stared at the chest and looked at the key in hand before sticking it into the lock. A click was heard after she turned the key and Xenia's eyes widen a little - the key fit. 'Well, then, let's see what this thing is...' Opening it with a loud creak echoing around the room, she took a peek inside and promptly shut it. Blinking, she frowned and opened it again. And promptly shut it. Eyes wide, she stared at the chest dumbly.
"What have I got myself into..this dream is getting rather suspicious now..." Glancing away, she grabbed a book from the table and held it firmly in her hand. Opening the top of the chest with a dull thud, she was about to let out a "battle cry" when she stopped short. A plush. A multicoloured plush. With beady eyes. And wings. And- "What in grandmother's Name??! " Xenia took a step back in fear. This was not good. What is this...plush thing? Why was it...oh god...
 "Breathe, Xenia, breathe..." Calming herself and hoping she did not give herself a heart attack, she stared into the chest and slowly reached in to grab the plush. Bringing it to the light, she eyed it with a little fear and confusion. This is going to go swell, her grandmother will surely tell her off for this. And not explanation will deter her grandmother from ever letting her out again.
"There goes my freedom,at least. But what is this plush for?" She muttered to herself, eyeing the plush as it stares back at her.
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