Corrine wipes her mouth from the alcoholic beverage left on her lips. That awful taste remained in her breath. She really needed to brush her teeth to get it out. Drinking more would make her feel sick. She handed over the bottle happily.

[color=8882be]"Rock? Oh! Right there!"[/color] she happily points to the rock jetting out from the side of the mountain. It was so much fun learning about legends and myths. The stories that told history in a fictional way or the tales people had woven from the past that had survived fascinated her. 

[color=8882be]"Why does it hold memories? Aren't they supposed to stay in your head?"[/color]