Filia awoke one early morning with a sharp rapping at the door. Throwing on a robe she made her way down the hall to the front door, quietly, so as not to wake Valgaav, now 2 years old and sleeping soundly in his own room, next to hers.
She opened the door a creak, "Hello?" she called, but there was no answer. Opening the door all the way, she saw no one, but a basket that lay at her feet. Filia picked it up, hoping that it wasn't an abandoned puppy or kitten. She hated it when people did that. She pulled back the blankets to discover… a baby? It was a girl, with blond fuzz atop it's head. Practically a newborn, nestled in worn plaid blankets, and wearing nothing but a diaper. Filia carried it in, and sat down on the couch, rocking the baby in her arms, with the basket at her feet. "I wonder where you came from, little one." She murmered. The baby hadn't woken yet, just snuggled in her embrace, with a queer lil smirk on it's face, as if it was dreaming. With the closed eyes and smile it reminded Filia of Xellos, and she laughed at the thought. She hadn't seen the Trickster Priest since the battle with Dark Star. Though she thought she glimpsed him at Lina's wedding, she couldn't be sure.
She gazed down at the baby again. "I think I shall name you…Xelia." She giggled again in spite of herself.
