December 6th, 1888 — Courtyard
Crystal was debating on if she should start going by her full name again. Even if, for the most of her life, hadn't gone by 'Chrysanta' to anyone besides Acacia. And maybe her parents, at some point. It didn't matter, in the grand scheme of things, but she didn't know if going by a childhood nickname made her seem... childish. She had a few more months until she was seventeen, and she wanted to be prepared to Adult™ when her birthday came around.
'Cia!' she scolded her cat as it leaped up onto her lap, covered in snow, and laid there. She scowled at the stupid animal. At least it wasn't Lisa. She had been perfectly content on reading over her finished -- but not yet due -- assignments.
