They've been wandering the stacks for a while, not heading in any particular direction. Sunshine knows enough about the dewey decimal system and library layouts - at least broadly speaking - that she could make an educated guess as to where the exits are, but then what? They have no way of knowing if outside the library is any better than inside, and she likes libraries. Hell, her knife is giving her enough light to read by. She could find a book and settle in with Dom until she wakes up. It would be uneventful - and part of her thinks it would be a shame to not at least try to find Spike so she can manhandle his adorable dog - but 'uneventful' is pretty sheer when measured against things like 'terrible.' Not that anything bad has happened (yet), but the whole pitch black thing isn't inspiring much confidence.
Might be best to just quit while they're ahead. To whatever extent quitting is allowed.
She spies the blue glow a few moments before she hears the voice, and then she starts in surprise. Dom lets out a fatalistic tsk, but she ignores him in favor of squinting at the figures standing at the end of the row. They're harder to make out than they should be, and if her vampire vision was personified enough to talk, she suspects it would be bitching about the darkness cheating. But it's just a kid with a fox, and while the glowing isn't normal, it isn't necessarily dangerous, either. She's glowing, and all it means in her case is that she has an incredibly competent landlady.
She'll just... try to stay out of reach of that stick.
She can feel Dom's disapproval, but she calls back, anyway. "Hey." Ugh, meeting new people in dreams is always so weird. She edges down the aisle, holding her knife down low lest she step on any fallen books. "Um. Are you guys... okay?" She might be asking if they're uninjured, or she might be asking if they're decent people.
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Might be best to just quit while they're ahead. To whatever extent quitting is allowed.
She spies the blue glow a few moments before she hears the voice, and then she starts in surprise. Dom lets out a fatalistic tsk, but she ignores him in favor of squinting at the figures standing at the end of the row. They're harder to make out than they should be, and if her vampire vision was personified enough to talk, she suspects it would be bitching about the darkness cheating. But it's just a kid with a fox, and while the glowing isn't normal, it isn't necessarily dangerous, either. She's glowing, and all it means in her case is that she has an incredibly competent landlady.
She'll just... try to stay out of reach of that stick.
She can feel Dom's disapproval, but she calls back, anyway. "Hey." Ugh, meeting new people in dreams is always so weird. She edges down the aisle, holding her knife down low lest she step on any fallen books. "Um. Are you guys... okay?" She might be asking if they're uninjured, or she might be asking if they're decent people.