Aranea sat down beside you comfortably; she licked her finger before opening the beautiful covered book. She had promised you that she would read you a book, and she was right now. You liked when Aranea read stories to you, whether they were her own, folk tales, or stories that were made by others. The moonlight shone through her white window as she began to read a story made by another troll.   "And so with her mighty self, she clim8ed the mountain like a 8rave troll; the townspeople didn't 8elieve in her, 8ut once she clim8ed that mountain, the people and herself knew she could do anything she dreamed of!"

Aranea said as she chuckled, The book was just getting interesting; both of you needed to know what happens next in the book. Aranea looked at you slowly, smiling before looking back at the book's words.