--Narrator--
A pixie with white hair and blue eyes tossed and turned on her bed, sighing from time to time.
[Ah, I don't want to go to Knova City. I'm too lazy to move.]
She was submerged under a mountain of plushie dolls, rubbing her face on the fluffy furs, listening to the gentle call of the breeze.
To a digital lifeform like her, all replicated natural phenomenon is as good as the real weather. The warmth brought by the sun, the caress of the naughty wind and the sound of the fluttering curtains.
There is nothing as comfortable as ones own territory. Despite all this, it would be better if the errands are all done before relaxing. Otherwise, if her mother asked about it and found out that she was slacking off, her impression on her dear mother would plummet.
"Anyway, a trip to the material world isn't so bad, right?" Resmeda hugged a hippo doll, a bit apprehensive and a bit looking forward to it.
