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[Onyxdreams]

~ ☼ She didn't know, how was she supposed to have known that this thing would trap her like this! If she had fit into it, then why could she not escape, why did no amount of twisting or turning pry her lose, free her from the trap she had fallen into. It was confinement on a level she had never experienced before, even the fleeting memories she still held of her time within her egg had not been this bad. There it had been warm, comforting, up until the very end, and even then things had not been as uncomfortable as they were right now. She had just wanted to have fun, but now she was stuck here, pressed up against the slowly cooling glass, discomfort only growing as time passed on, but at least her position, curled up as she was, wasn't too straining to stay in.

Faintly, she could hear someone approaching, steps distorted from inside her strange prison, her head tilting as much as it could from her position to try and see just who it was that had come to rescue her, spotting a familiar blue just out of the corner of her vision. Papa! Her papa was here to save her, if there was anyone who could get her out of here, it was him. "Looked cool...wanted to see" she called out from within, it wasn't her fault though, she had just wanted to have fun, to experience that cool wobbliness from the inside, how was she supposed to know that she couldn't just climb back out? The casilisk didn't quite stop squirming or attempting to get out, but her papa's reassurances did help her beat back the worst of her fear, he would get her out, he promised.

Onyx didn't like the silence that followed for a little while, as her papa sat nearby, probably trying to figure out how to free her from the inside of this thing. It should be easy though, shouldn't it? She had slid in without too much difficulty, so why could he not just pull her right back out, why had he not already started doing that? It didn't help her slowly mounting panic much, the thought that it might be harder to get her out then she thought, that she might be stuck in here for a while. Then, he mentioned his idea, to break this thing, this bottle to free her, much like she had broken her own egg to be free. It...she...it had trapped her, she was stuck, but...but it was still hers, it was still so cool, and she wouldn't do it again if she got out. Indecision flashed clearly through her eyes, she was stuck, but she didn't want to break her new possession, but she was stuck, but it was hers. "Pull...pull me out? Can you?" There had to be other ways to free her, without breaking it, maybe he could pull her out, or...or if she just wiggled a bit more, she could get free, maybe she was just doing it wrong...