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[Xandria]

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Staring out at the cold, desolate landscape, Xandria smiled. Home, she thought, looking at cold beauty surrounding her. She went to her pack she left on her bed, still filled with small pink bottles, though one far more faded than the rest, and pulled a small book out of it and faded bottle out. She silently sent a thank you to Narcissa as she stared at the book. The book has begun to jog her memory, filling in the blanks from before. Placing the book in her vanity, away from prying eyes, she looked around. She slowly swirled the bottle in her hand, breathing deeply as she considered where to put the excess she had gotten during her trip. She found a simple chest she had lying around, and noticed that with one more, it would line the bottom of the chest perfectly. She frowned, suddenly feeling the need to have one more to make it perfect. Maybe empty one and take Torens? She grinned at the idea, shaking her head. Yes, the book helped, but the shock of seeing Toren again alive had shocked the memories in full back into place. That or having him go insane suddenly, she thought, rubbing her head where he had hit her, knocking her unconscious. With a soft smile rarely seen by any, she placed a whispering rose next on the bedside table and went back to the balcony to look around. Slowly her smile turned to a smirk as she stared out into the water, seeing a lone swimmer. I think it’s time to put the past behind me. She shook her violet hair back behind her as she snapped her finger, watching a lightening strike the swimmer before he drowned. Turning with a small grin, she left the now colorless bottle on the balcony wall and went downstairs to see what other havoc she could cause Sosaria.