The last time she'd found herself in this strangely colossal building, it had been on that horrible night where her entire world had been flipped upside-down. Monsters, screaming children, murders... She could very well live without that in her life, thank you! But this was a different story. The more and more Nataki had Razelt, the more she realized how desperately she needed information. Where better to look for it than the place where this had all begun? The nightmares, the wand--surely these people would be able to tell her some things about Razelt that would help her raise him! With the heavy lump of child slung on one of her small hips, Nataki had painstakingly wandered through the interior of the HQ. She didn't remember a thing about, for everything had seemed so dark and warped on that night. A hand, trembling with effort, reached out to gently push open a door before it dove again to support Razelt. It swung open with a gentle creak, revealing one of the most magnificent libraries she'd ever seen. Nataki gawked openly for a moment before she managed to totter inside, completely forgetting why she'd come here in the first place.
At her side, Razelt grunted and slobbered over one of his many 'dollies', the poor creature caught between his thick grey lips. A diaper was miraculously slung over his hips, but Nataki had found the secret to keep him from tearing it off; the baby was fully outfitted in his new 'taxi cab' outfit, and, so taken with the bright yellow vehicles, Razelt had completely forgotten that his most hated nemesis was just underneath the cheery boxers. His felt companion (whom Nataki had fondly dubbed Dahlia) was already beginning to tear at the neck, but he seemed oblivious to the damage being wrought.
Unable to help but feel overwhelmed by the age on some of these novels, Nataki resisted the urge to giggle at the plush carpet underneath her sandaled feet. This was marvelous, marvelous! Why, certainly there had to be volumes of information here! Perhaps she could check some of these out and take them home... Murmuring quietly to Razelt, she gently made to set him on the carpet so she could stand on her toes and peer at one of the shelves. She didn't need to worry about him moving--he still didn't seem able. In fact, the infant grunted with approval, slapping idly at the soft surface he'd been set on. "Mountain ogres..." The woman whispered to herself, adjusted her glasses, and began to search.
