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Setter's pov. Skizz and I walked along a dirt path, hand in hand. She was enthusiastically holding our handmade basket and going on and on about catching as many falling seeds as she could carry. We had worked on our basket frantically all day yesterday, that's partly my fault for more or less getting swept up into all the festival fun to even really acknowledge that we hadn't made one sooner. You could tell our basket was made in a bit of a rush, it had hay sticking out all over, the handle was crooked and barely holding onto the sides, but it had a sentimental touch to it and we made it work. We were slowly headed to the closest area we knew the seeds would fall into. When we finally got there, I noticed a few seeds had already fallen, while Skizz held the basket up as high as she could waiting to catch any seed that would float close by. I picked up a few from the ground, brushed them into the basket Skizzie held and slowly took a hold of her from under her arms and lifted her up

Setter's pov Skizz and I walked hand in hand out of the maze of bookshelves, around the podium where Borrow and many many more creatures had already seated themselves and quieted down to listen to the reading. We tiptoed ourselves near the few last cushions available and I drew Skizz near my side once we got seated, she slowly relaxed in my embrace and we listened intently to the story that shortly began. Near the start of the reading, I feel the first small rumble of the floor beneath my hind legs and I quickly glance at Skizz to make sure she's felt it too, she glances at me with uncertainty and i slowly avert my gaze to Borrow and noticed something that caught my attention about his sudden change in demeanor, but he quickly brushes it off with a reassuring smile more to himself than anyone else. Shortly after I came to my conclusion of everything seeming alright, the book in Borrow's hands started to rattle and shake and something dark shot out of it startling everyone to silence