Arrow Lake Saturday, the public library will be unknowable

praimfaya focuses on the fawn tail aure had brought to her, currently the apple of her eye amidst her growing collection of fellow soft toys to teeth on. blodreina is also an unfortunate recipient of her teething also but praimfaya is slowly learning that it hurts the wanlida when she bites ...whereas her soft toys never make any noise of protest or pain ( though her hearing is just as poor as her eyesight at this point so what does she know? ). she reaches the fawn tail, not remembering it being quite so far away previously — unaware that blodreina had moved it, in an attempt to both clean the clutter of toys and to encourage praimfaya to keep crawling. not too far away but far enough away to make praimfaya work for it.

she grasps the soft object betwixt her jaws, oblivious to the commotion that happens as her mother rises between her and their new visitor like a scarred sentinel. once a protector of the commander, always a protector of the commander. she lets out a delighted coo at her toy, enjoying the earthy taste of the fawn tail as she worries it ...different than the sweet of blodreina's mothers milk.

it is only when blodreina moves that praimfaya swings her head to look at their new visitor, blurry in her still developing eyesight. at first glance he is a similar blur to ingram though he doesn't smell like her father, nor is he big enough. he smells like the pale blur, she categorizes and her curiosity piqued she forgets the fawn tail and makes a beeline for dragomir, army crawling her way towards him with an eagerness to investigate.