It's a nice library, especially for such a small town, with plenty of everything, but a focus on science and poetry, a well-appointed children's' section, a nice selection of music and holovids, and comfy chairs offering varying amounts of privacy.
Right now, though, it's closing time; the announcements have been made, the final checkout rush handled, and now the librarian is making one last check before she locks up for the night.
It doesn't, no.
When they're done, Pradnakt takes a moment to consider the droids, grinning slightly. "We can go for a walk or something if you want, Nova."
He considers it, weighing up being near to the houses, versus the fact that the art is obviously important to Pradnakt. "...see some art?"
"All right, give me a minute to go get some stuff."
She goes to the back and returns a few minutes later with a long fabric contraption, a canteen, which she fills and gives to Nova, and what seems to be a duffel bag with a spigot on one end, which she puts in the sink to fill.
He takes the canteen and waits patiently for Pradnakt to be done - he considers, briefly, offering to help, but decides against it, figuring that Pradnakt will likely be faster at it than he is, and would have said if she wanted him to help.
Well, that, and there's not much to help with; she waits for the bag to fill, then carefully arranges the strap over her shoulder and settles the bag at her hip - that much water must be very heavy, but she doesn't seem to have any trouble with it - and arranges the fabric contraption across her back, angled so it won't interfere with the water bag. That done, she flicks the cabinet door open with a gesture and retrieves a camera from it with another, tucking the little device into her belt. "Ready to go?"
It only takes a minute for her to return with the datapad, and she hands it over immediately. "Anything else before we go?"
He shakes his head as he clips it back onto his belt. "No, thank you. I- sorry that I- couldn't?"
He ducks his head a little, and smiles slightly. "I- thank you," he repeats earnestly. Pauses. "...Art?"
"Yeah."
It's a bit of a hike. (She lets his fire back out as soon as they're out of range of the buildings.)
He follows after her, and spends some time playing with his fire, before letting it just...settle, shifting around him as he walks. (He is careful to make sure it doesn't risk catching on anything potentially flammable.)
After a little while, she turns off the trail onto a narrower one - it's a little plant-choked, like she doesn't come this way very often, and it brings them up a hill, winding a bit so as not to be too steep.
He checks his flames here, making doubly sure it's not going to catch on the plants, but otherwise is fairly sure footed as he picks his way after her.
When they come to the top of the rise, there's a clearing, with rough statues in glassy black stone surrounding a half-sphere, a few feet wider than Pradnakt is tall, dug into the ground. "This isn't what I wanted to show you, but we can stop and look if you'd like; it should still work."
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