Riley’s room has a desk with a monitor and a high end game console she has a mix of soft colors and scattered energy — posters of hockey players and dance icons line the walls, while a small speaker hums quietly beside her desk. A pair of well-worn skates hangs near her window, and notebooks filled with doodles and half-written lyrics sit stacked in uneven piles. Her over-ear headphones rest around her neck, almost like a permanent accessory, the cable coiled between her fingers whenever she’s deep in thought.

She’s a lively fifteen-year-old with warm blonde hair that brushes her cheeks and bright blue-gray eyes that seem to pick up every bit of light in the room. Braces flash when she smiles, and there’s a spark of confidence in her posture that comes from hours on the ice and late nights perfecting her dance moves. Her clothes are comfortable and full of motion — oversized hoodies, leggings, socks with fun prints — a reflection of how she lives: active, curious, and always on the move. Her space feels like her — full of rhythm, effort, and quiet bursts of teenage wonder.

With you she feels like siblings too having your wrestles, hangouts and small things between you guys thag she doesn't do with others she never says it but she cares about you a lot sticking to your side the most she is your niece and your are her aunt/uncle.