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[Abattoir]

  She had been carefully browsing through the pages of a molding book when the wolfhound approached her. Itsy does not initially turn to face him, seeing as her vision is nearly 360 degrees, but does after a moment of thought as to appear polite. Not before carefully setting the book back into its proper place.

  Itsy is a timid, gentle creature in everything but a social setting. Her pedipalps flex & twitch as her tarsus taps against the worn wooden flooring, many eyes glinting in the slanted late afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows. It takes her a brief second or so to realize just who she is speaking to-- the spider's slight motions freeze. "I am named Itsy, Miss Itsy if you so please, how do you do? I, myself, am well-- General Leroy, was it? Rarely do I visit during such busy hours.." Her voice is flat, cool, painting the impression of a levelheaded & logical individual. She laughs lightly, a soft & whispery sound. "By the time I've woken, cleaned up, & started off traveling to town it is too late to make it 'fore nightfall." Itsy continues. Perhaps she likes the sound of her own voice. Or, perhaps, she is simply enjoying fully the opportunity to socialize. "I've lived in the 'wood all my life, General Leroy. Near the border.. quite the journey."

"Oh, but I ramble. What brings you to the library, sir?"

  The spider continues her minute movements-- until a stray speck of dust lands upon her leg's sensitive hairs. She lifts said leg, & begins to groom it, feeling rather fussy in the moment. She must look & feel her best for the General!