⋆ Username;; Divantae
⋆ Where has its family gone?;; A faceless and mysterious songrem hurriedly smuggled a singular item into the local antique store by the name of "Ye Olde Gifts" on Wednesday. Like any other day that week in June, Wednesday was dull and overcast, fog covering the cobblestone streets like a warm winter cotton blanket. No one knew what that songrem looked like, and his voice was muffled under a dusty layered brown scarf and bigger, ragged coat to match. To top off his shady dress, he wore a dirty hat that cast shadows over his eyes.
When he entered the antique shop, the store owner was scared out of his wits, but told the clerk to serve the strange customer nonetheless. The outsider was quick with his words and his paws shook as he placed the egg on the counter. "I am a travelling merchant, foreign to these lands. Please do me a great favor in keeping this fake egg, which is a family heirloom that I no longer want. It is said to grant the keeper three wishes upon their ownership of it... I mean, I don't believe it and neither should you, but it'd make good decoration, would it not?"
"Yes sir, I suppose we can take it off you. How much are you asking for it?" the clerk asked.
"Nothing at all. It's a burden to have on my person. Good day, madam." With that, the stranger practically bolted out of the store, leaving the egg on the counter. The store owner and clerk were scratching their heads at the fact that this songrem would leave their family heirloom with a random store, but they couldn't do anything but keep it once he left. So they shelved it in the way back, hoping no one would ask about it in case it got them in trouble.
It turned out that the travelling merchant had stolen it from a nest when he was out hunting in the woods, thinking it was not a songrem at all but a bird of some kind, but realizing the threat of the furious parents chasing him down, he put it in a place he hoped they would never think to look for the time being...
⋆ Who will take care of it?;; Donned in a rich silk pink and mulberry scarf,
Florence eyed the shelves with a dapper pose, as she usually did. She wasn't browsing for anything in particular, she told the clerk, whom had asked if she needed assistance quite a few times, being a young and energetic songrem. After looking at different wooden signs and clocks, she suddenly set her eyes on a strange item among these artifacts. The clerk was called over at the sight of this black egg, which was abnormally large and patterned for a decoration.
"Ah yes, this egg is quite a magical sight! It's an old family heirloom that is said to grant three wishes, though
I wouldn't believe that much if I were you."
"Why an egg, of all things? It looks real, but of what?" Florence tapped it a few times.
"It's fragile, stop! It was given to us by a merchant that came into town one day not too long ago. I assure you, it's only decoration."
"And where is he, may I ask?"
"Unfortunately, he ran off after setting it on the counter. But it's pretty cool, you gotta admit. And mysterious."
After looking around a bit more, Florence was drawn back to the egg, which she couldn't help but feel there was something going on with it. Part of it was glowing, after all. Intrigued, she bought it for a lousy price, but that store wasn't exactly the best for getting cheap decorations anyways.
Florence also stopped by the local library, hoping to find information on the egg, but no luck. She probably had better chances asking a scientist, but she didn't know where she could find one, so she returned home with the peculiar object and put it under a heat lamp, in case it were to hatch or something. She smirked and thought that she'd feel silly if this turned out just to be a decoration, like the clerk said, but Florence was stubborn with her theories about the egg, it had to be something more.
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One day, Florence was reading a book when she heard something shatter in the kitchen. Cautiously, she sneakily padded to the corner to check it out, and ceramic from a mug lay in pieces on the tile. Florence glanced around, trying to see what could have done this, but there was no one that she could see. Edging towards the broken pieces, she inspected it, finding strands of fur accompanying it. Her heart pounded hard in her chest and she turned swiftly around, feeling eyes burning into her back, but again, no one was there. Cleaning up the remains of her mug, she theorized that it could be one of the many stray cats in the neighborhood, and she searched her house for the culprit.
However, when she got to her bedroom, one thing was different: the egg was cracked and wide open, the contents missing. She grinned at the fact that she was right about the "family heirloom", but her celebration was short lived; she needed to find whatever was in the egg and fast...
