C1203 The Rhythm of Transient Daughter Slave

Aria Bennett spent the morning tidying up the garden, then went out to shop in the afternoon and bought a lot of things.

She no longer thought of herself as an outsider. She stuffed the three ice chambers full of people and then sat on an old rocking chair by the living room's entrance in boredom. She looked at her phone while comfortably rocking her chair.

Autumn bugs were chirping