Lulubell had been out all night.
Though there was no evidence of it on her face.

She heard a door click, someone had just left a room.
Raising an eyebrow she silently entered the room, shutting it silently behind her.

The embers of a dying fire still glowed, her eyes adjusting to the dark.
Her pupils dilating the the dark room.
This was one of Sheryl's many sitting rooms.

A gleam.

Something had caught her eye.
The heels of her shoes clicked against the tiled floor as she walked over to a small wicker wastebasket. and with her nail pulled out a small silver chain, a small pendant dangled from it as if happy to see her.

// Is this?

She smiled.

// This can be useful in time.

She heard a creak and immediately looked up, setting the necklace into her pocket.
Discreetly she left the room,
As if never there.


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I didn't know exactly where this room was so I used my imagination. The necklace will come back around. Rest assured. c:

I HAD TO DO IT SHERYL.