[Riding her bird was going to become part of the plan after she falls face down in a snowdrift. Winter travel is clearly the least fun sort of travel.]
It's nice to meet you. [She says earnestly, with a smile. One of the first she's given around here, if that says anything....]
Cherrygrove, in three days. Got it. [Her little fist ball up in anticipation.] I'll get there!
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It's nice to meet you. [She says earnestly, with a smile. One of the first she's given around here, if that says anything....]
Cherrygrove, in three days. Got it. [Her little fist ball up in anticipation.] I'll get there!