[The trouble is, that fey glow of hers gives away her location quite handily. Irhya follows, intrigued, though feeling a bit like a predator chasing prey to play with it rather than eat it.
She finds her behind a different, bigger book this time, hoping perhaps to remain hidden behind its protective girth.]
[ Ah, well then. So much for that. Clover finally decides it's probably best that she finds her partner to hide behind, and flits away once again. She does an admirable job trying to lose her pursuer, weaving in and out of bookshelves, until at last she finds Arthur nose-first in some tome or other.
She zips around him, between his nose and the pages quick enough to startle him out of his reading. ]
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She finds her behind a different, bigger book this time, hoping perhaps to remain hidden behind its protective girth.]
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She zips around him, between his nose and the pages quick enough to startle him out of his reading. ]
Clover? What on earth--?