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Of course, it would have been different if Xena hadn't already been on Mirage. She would have done everything she could, moved heaven and earth, to get back to the dark-haired warrior woman. But that hadn't been necessary. Though she knew that Xena would eventually, or not so eventually, chafe under the restriction of not really being able to fight and/or kill things, she had been rather relieved. She didn't have to make that choice, it had been made for her.
She was already planning her day as she awoke. She would look around Mirage a bit. After all, she hadn't really been around that long. There was lots to see. But it would seem that something else had another idea. As she kissed Xena's shoulder and made to roll out of bed, she found herself falling. It hadn't been so long ago that she'd been through this, and she wondered if she was going back home. Desperately, she groped for Xena, but didn't manage to catch hold before she was pulled in.
She landed in the middle of possibly the oddest scene she'd ever been a part of, and that was certainly saying something. She frowned to herself, running her fingers through short blonde locks in confusion. That confusion turned to anger as the one who called himself King spoke. She was pretty sure she didn't like his style. Too arrogant, too sure of herself, and she'd dealt with far too many of that type. With a soft frown, she turned to the person standing beside her. "Do you know anything about this?" Almost absently, she reached out and took the book and key, then simply stood there looking down at them.