According to Libby, Sundays are icky, all she gets to do is help out around the shop and make the windows pretty. She had been rearranging the window display in her mother and fathers shop, "The Quill" for all of fifteen minutes before she decided to take a walk. Like all good little girls she left a note saying she would be back soon and started on her way.
On her way bouncing and running down the street, she noticed some boys her age and promptly went to the other side of the street hoping not to get germs.
Walking in the cobblestone path she conveniently noticed she was soon going to be run over by a runaway cart. In her hurry to slip into the pathway out of the alley she tripped, only to be caught in the arms of a girl with a long blonde braid. They waited for the cart to let them pass then the girl suggested that she bring Libby home.
"If I carry your bag, then you can give me a piggy back ride."
The girl nodded and slung off her pack. Libby put it on and the girl hoisted Libby onto her shoulder. As soon as Libby was comfortable they started off, Libby pointing directions as they walked.
By the time they arrived at "The Quill" the girl knew Libby Tarens pretty well. She was an eight-year-old girl with no siblings, and a cat. She also knew some pretty irrelevant facts about size two purple quills.
The girl put Libby down, and accepted her bag.
"Thank you for the ride." Libby said with a smile.
"Your welcome", responded the girl, "stay out of the way of carts. Sure you're okay?"
"Yeah."
The girl started to turnaround and head off until Libby pulled her inside and left her in the doorway. Libby skipped over to her mother, hugged her then asked.
"Can my new friend stay and play for a bit mommy? Please?"