C15 Epilogue Iris
The sun is high in the sky and I'm soaking in all the rays as I lay on the grass outside my house, my head resting on my llama, Wit. It's a rare moment of not doing anything significant. Just picking out images in the clouds and daydreaming.
"Don't you have a date to get to?" Uncle Sly asks as he approaches from the house, long purple robes dragging in the dirt