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<i>Kaya<br/>
Introspective Pandora's Box - Kirsh's Lilim</i><br/>​</div><div style="text-align:justify">Kaya was only nominally paying attention as her master's pacing made her bounce a bit, it was pleasant though it shook her contents a bit. While yes one 'eye' was out one keyhole the other was turned inwards, as her partitions were shuffling and re-shuffling, trying new arrangments as they moved. She felt satisfied as her master's valuables, tools and items were squared away, kept away from the parcels, and her own collection of 'treasures'. She had them efficiently stored, she always seemed to have just enough space for what was required of her despite not being a box of holding. She was a chest of ornate designs and decent size, and despite carrying a lot Kirsh would feel only a fraction of it as she hovered while strapped to him.  She heard the others as they approached. She was still at his back but that was fine, she could wait to be introduced. Besides, new people could be intimidating to her. The Matsuba caught her eye from the corner of her keyhole, such nice scales, she wondered if it wouldn't be too crass to ask for a couple for her 'colorful scales' collection, after being cleaned and sanitized, of course, slimy scales made her wood cringe.<br/>
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"Hey, pardon, Miss Orin, I was wondering how does everybody look? Is it a good group? any ruffians?"</i> She asks to the more outspoken Lilim of the two of them, in hushed, polite wooden clicks unintelligible to humans.​</div>