Arden flopped on her back. There was a huge lot of empty space right across the street from Lilia's chicken farm and Barley's...regular farm, and the lot seemed to serve no other purpose than to exist. There was a lot of empty space in this town; it was a nice break from the city, where you couldn't go two inches without suffocating on concrete. A lot about this town was a nice break from the city. But then again, so was Waffle Island, where Arden lived.
She was visiting Mineral Town on a whim. Her schedule for the day was clear, and she really didn't feel a need to fill it up. In fact, just the opposite sounded good to her. Her normally pale-as-a-sheet skin was tinged red from spending her summer lounging in the sun, and there was a tan line on her thighs, her shoulders, and her left wrist, where she wore her watch. She liked summer. The heat agreed with her ten times more than the snow and slush and cold. She sprawled out on the ground with her shorts and tank top wrinkling in the stiff breeze and sighed.