Arrow Lake Saturday, the public library will be unknowable

oblivious to the boy's fear caused by her mother except for the distinct scent of urine — and a pause to check that it hadn't been her ( it hadn't, thank goodness )— praimfaya keeps him focused in her blurred sights and keeps shuffling nearer. he is a new presence, like the pale slyph she would eventually come to know as aure, and her curiosity is unparalleled and not to be stilled even by his uncertainty. she lets out a curious chirp at dragomir as her crawling pace slows to a stop. she lifts her head to study him as studiously as her poor eyesight will allow, feeling frustrated that she cannot yet walk about as he can and apparently everyone else that visits the den can.