[when she stoops over the traveler turns and runs off a bit, watching her warily. people! sunlight people!!!
it weaves back and forth and then trots over to her again, leaning its face up close to hers. it hovers there for a moment and then brushes its cloth face against her cheek]
of course not................
it weaves back and forth and then trots over to her again, leaning its face up close to hers. it hovers there for a moment and then brushes its cloth face against her cheek]
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