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2.24. Bitten, Not Born

“No, no, no, no!” Fauna giggles as she shrieks, “wet!” She punctuates her protest with a cackle.

“Is it too cold?” Dominic swings Fauna back in forth in the water, “do you want to go back to the beach?”

“No! Stay here!” She kicks up a spray of water.

Dominic glances up at Lark, looking for some sort of guidance.