POINT COUNT (may 10th - may 16th) claiming [ 11 ] points for ALEXANDRIA "XAN" BAILEY.
point breakdown: wanted connections: [ 2 ] x [ 3 ] = 6 points starter: [ 1 ] x [ 5 ] = 5 points
total: 11 points XAN BAILEY now has 11 points.
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POINT COUNT (may 10th - may 16th) claiming [ 11 ] points for ALEXANDRIA "XAN" BAILEY.
point breakdown: wanted connections: [ 2 ] x [ 3 ] = 6 points starter: [ 1 ] x [ 5 ] = 5 points
total: 11 points XAN BAILEY now has 11 points.
Events of this nature had never been Xan’s cup of tea (that being said, even tea itself was not Alexandria Bailey’s cup of tea). It was the charitable aspect that drew her in, nonetheless. Anyone paying even the least bit of attention was aware that Xan’s empathy knew no bounds.
While the bidding for a date was not of interest to her, some of the writings and books had caught her eye. Rather than bid, however, she opted to donate with no expectation of anything in return then snuck off to a presently less populated section of the museum. Here, she found a seat on a cushioned bench and took her taupe colored notebook from her bag. It had been a birthday gift from a friend, one of few things that they knew she would use and enjoy. Material possessions often fell short on her priority list.
Although only half its pages had at this point been utilized, the leather bound journal was stuffed nearly to the point of disintegration. Its spine, labeled simply with her name, strained against its contents. Its cover displayed months of wear, more evident on the lightly colored material than on black journals she’d preferred in the past. She flipped the journal open, and quickly realized that whatever spark of inspiration she’d had moments ago was now lost on her. Her thoughts even more so drawn from it by the footsteps of another auction attendee rounding the corner. “What brings you to this side of the Louvre?” she wondered, aloud. Not in a disgruntled manner, but rather the opposite. With an easy smile. “The auction is the other way.”
“Sometimes you have to fight for what you love and care about. Other times, you have to find the strength to let go of the things you love most.”
— Unknown