[Poggio]

Robin twisted the skull in his hands before idly obliging in the task. "What is your secret Mr. Skull, and do not be long I must go save my lover."

[littl3chocobo]

it did not speak again until the child had put it back in its spot. it sighed happily as the flame lit inside of it and it was reunited with its companions. "little child, we know many things, many secrets. in the hole you pulled me from there is a doll, dig it from the ground and take it with you and it will help you find your way-" the skull paused as the first crow of the cock sounded and the light crested the tops of the trees. the entire fence shivered lightly at the sound, "hurry, dig it up and when you need it feed it milk and it will do as you ask. hurry, hurry, or the witch will eat you"

[Poggio]

The young lad did as the skull instructed. As his fingers dug into the earth in veiling the porcelain doll, he could not help but question the skull. “why?... why do I need this doll?”

[littl3chocobo]

the skulls all shivered again as a second crow came. "no time! no time! run boy, run fast or our master will eat you!" from inside a sound came and the skull shook harder, "RUN!"

[Poggio]

He yanked the doll free of its grave and tugged it close to his chest as he stumbled out of the garden. He did not look back as he ran. Robin scampered through the gardens, tumbling through the wrought iron fence. He was tugged to the ground as something had grabbed a hold of his dress. A bony hand bunched the fabric into a fist trying to pull him back. Robin fought the hand pulling himself free at the expense of a large rip in his dress. The defeated yaga hungrily let out a bloodcurdling scream. And Robin did nothing but run, as fast and as blindly as he could, through the thicket.

[littl3chocobo]

the child ran as the witch grabbed him and wrenching from her grasp he ran until he was free of the woods. at the edge he slowed down to rest and finding the morning sun he came across a blackberry bramble next to a stream. the bramble was laden heavy with the last of the season's berries and in the morning light the berries shown plump and dark

[Poggio]

Robin feasted on the outer berries of the bush and wished for more. As he crawled around the plants he curiously found a door. Opening it, Robin fell into the crevice. Twisting, silently screaming Robin plummeted until he crashed on something hard. He lay gasping in pain, trying too find his glasses that had slid off his face. His eyes made out the fuzzy outline of his night stand along with cascading brown locks and large deep eyes. He could not assure the other with his voice. Nothing came out but coughs and gasp for air.

[littl3chocobo]

he was taking a break from the english paper when he heard thrashing from the open door of the shared bedroom. quickly he detoured from his trek to the tiny kitchen and went in to see if robin was ok. when he got in there he could see his roommate gasping up at the ceiling and worried for the other he came over and looked down, "are you alright robin? you are awake now, breathe, whatever it is it is over"

[Poggio]

His breathing calmed down and Robin took one last breath blinking at his roommate. He swallowed debating if he should come clean about his strange dream. Rather then let his roommate think he was crazy, Robin merely mumbled that it was a bad dream. “thank you for waking me up.”

[littl3chocobo]

he did not have the heart to tell him that he was already awake and instead mumbled a soft 'you're welcome' and helped his roommate to stand up. as he was pulling robin up something thudded against the floor and bending down he picked up a little wood doll. raising a brow he offered it back, "you dropped this"

[Poggio]

Robins eyes grew into saucers. He yelped moving away from the small doll. He was not sure where it came from but it certainly looked like the one in his strange dream. Reluctantly he took the door and quickly set it down on the night stand. "th..Thank you. What time is it?" He said scratching his white fluffy hair.

[littl3chocobo]

confused by the odd reaction he backed away slightly, "um, a little after seven, actually don't you have class?"

[Poggio]

Robin tore his eyes away from the doll long enough to sink into bed. "I am not going." He fell back among his bare mattress. "I do not feel well again." he looked at Jerial. "Are you feeling better?"

[littl3chocobo]

"no, i feel fine. are you feeling feverish or queasy? you can lay on the couch if you want and i will make you soup." coming back over he pressed his head to robin's but he felt no warmer than he ought to. "are you hungry?"

[Poggio]

"Queasy... " Robin grimaced at the doll one last time before going to the living room. He buried his head into the side pillow. "Jerial... I don't remember bringing that doll into bed with me." Robin did not want to admit to owning it at all. "Do you know if i did or not?"

[littl3chocobo]

following robin to the livingroom he shook his head, "i didn't even know you had it before right now to be honest, it looks old. is it something from home?"