//That's alright. Aurora wasn't planning to do mischievous things.//

Aurora sat herself down on a short, brick wall. She admired this forest, by the looks of it. She still believes it's the town where the pickles had originated from, so in a sense, she loathes it with passion. "I can't believe they didn't notice me..." the black haired-girl muttered, looking down at a wet patch on the ground.