Arrow Lake Saturday, the public library will be unknowable

Go ahead, repeated Dragomir with a pupil's fine immediacy, in a voice hushed and vaguely breathy like his mother's. He could be very loud when he wanted to be, but he could also be quiet when he needed to be. Something in him told him that Praimfaya needed quiet rather than boisterous volume.

But just as he didn't quite understand the concept of etiquette, he did not understand the fragility of small things. One could tell from the sweeping of his tail and the grin on his lips that Dragomir likely didn't mean any harm, but as soon as Praimfaya drew close enough, he leapt upon her with teeth flashing. This was how he played with Isilmë, all rough and tumble; he wrongly assumed it was the correct way to play with Blodreina's young daughter as well.