Chel lifted the top off one of the many boxes in her room and it exploded in blue, frilly fabric. She glanced down at the box, trying to figure out how so much material had fit into such a small box. Chel sighed and moved it aside to rest with half a dozen other boxes she had already opened. Each one had an outfit in it, some with little data crystals marked for Chel to view. There were also other small packages that Chel didn’t bother to open. She sat those in a small pile in a large box she had removed a huge blanket from.
“I just want a simple pair of shorts and a shirt.” Chel pushed open a heavy trunk made out of a fragrant dark wood. It smelled like dark chocolate and strawberries so strongly it made her mouth water, yet it was wood.