Arrow Lake Saturday, the public library will be unknowable

with praimfaya's eyes open came a more mobile and curious version of her daughter that blodreina was quickly conditioning herself to keep an eye on in a different way than she had before prior to her eyes opening. the way blodreina had watched her daughter previously had been the way of both a loving and fretful new mother who was enraptured by the life she'd given birth to, checking to make sure she was comfortable — or at least seemed comfortable — and that she was there when she'd grown too accustomed to feeling the small press of praimfaya's body against her much larger one. being a nursing mother had rapidly became a second nature to the point where blodreina was able to not really notice except when a needle sharp milk tooth — spirits of the commander, when did she get teeth?? — got her, which was gradually becoming a more common thing.

this new eyesight, poor as it might be, paved the way for a wiggling worm in the place of her little newborn previously content on slumbering and blodreina suspects that it won't be long before praimfaya is on her feet and romping around. soon, she suspects, ingram and her would have their paws full ...and they only had one cub to worry about. she couldn't imagine takiyok with her four or even really aure with her two.

the sound of footfalls that approach her den is rapid, tell-tale of someone smaller than aure or mahler and definitely not ingram — during her time spent underground she's become very good at telling who's at her door by the sound of their gait — and blodreina rises to her paws to stretch, gaze lifting from praimfaya who was focuses pretty singularly on whichever soft toy she was closest to, army crawling her way towards it with a determination that could easily be claimed rivaled blodreina's own ...when the guest lets himself into the den without her invitation announcing himself with a greeting only after he's inside.

she recognizes dragomir instantly of course ( even before he spoke trigedasleng to her ), and yet blodreina can't help the instinctual move she makes — moving to shield praimfaya, followed by a sharp snap of her teeth chidingly at the boy, followed by a low warning growl. dragomir, blodreina sighs afterwords, the aggression in her body posture melting inch by inch as she feels bad about it. he's just a little boy, as curious as her little praimfaya, and harmless she knows. but praimfaya is still smaller and younger than him and blodreina has always been aggressive by nature, being a mother only appeared to make her aggression more heightened when it came to the safety of her daughter.

you must ask to come in first, blodreina informs him in tridgedasleng, glad to hear that aure is teaching it to her children; irregardless, she — her posture relaxed at this point — sees no point in continuing to chide him. he poses no threat to her or praimfaya and she offers him a soft smile, moving back so he can see praimfaya. her name is praimfaya, blodreina introduces in common, unsure how much trigedasleng he knows or even where his vocabulary is at his age. maybe being a mother herself will eventually make her a better judge of such things. you can play with her, if you'd like ...but you must be gentle with her. she's not as strong as you are yet. blodreina both invites and warns him.