You owned a small little enclosure that was full of grass, cozy little beds and benches, and tables. Chara Dreemurr was your Bitty’s breed. She was small and young; only 7 years old. You had named her Charalin Dreemurr, but also called her Chara.

“Oh… Greetings…” She had a soft, sleepy voice. “May I have some Cherry Cordial, please?” Chara asked softly.