Rising Sun Valley here's to teenage memories

it wasn't long before she noticed a pale-furred weasel— one that bounded across the beginnings of spring grass to accompany her with her drinking. normally she would eat weasels, but today she was down for more of a friendly encounter.

the grayscale girl lifted her silver crown, a smile touching her lips as the little creature canted his head at the virtual image on the water. at his query, crëyr responded with a simple "my life is working well with me."