#2 - A need for fresh air

Orla felt a thrill race up her spine as a rotund and glossy niffler waddled towards her. Her excitement made her limbs feel tingly and she actively fought the urge to squeal and flail in delight.

It was almost too much when the sweet creature stopped in front of her outstretched arms and pressed a shiny nose to one of the gems. Orla pressed her lips together very tightly as the niffler gently took the gem and moved away to hide it, before it began to absolutely destroy the sand beneath it.

Orla rolled into a kneeling position to try and get a better look, but, apart from a few curious glances when the niffler paused, there was nothing to be seen except the spout of sand. Orla began to worry that the industrious niffler was digging a tunnel to get away from her, but her fears disappeared in a bright burst of wonder when the creature reappeared.

It was holding a key!!

Leaving it in front of her vibrating form, the niffler slunk away, keeping a beady eye on her until it disappeared behind a mound of sand. Orla waited a beat before snatching the key up, admiring the metallic sheen of the bronze metal.

"Thank you, Mister Niffler!" She called out, before scrabbling to her feet and running off, key clutched to her chest and unclaimed gem back in her pocket. She couldn't wait to come back another time!

[ooc: exit!]