[attr="class","giada"]

[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]she's never been to oldale before. there's never been a need to. the expensive trinkets she seeks are held within window displays and penthouse homes, not within this quaint little town. the people here are peaceful, unbothered, and hardworking.

she couldn't slip into their homes even if she wanted to, anyway. something always stops her.

turns out, however, she has more history in this town than she realizes.

it comes in the form of a ranger, of a woman a year younger and full of more trouble than she can register.

and by chance, perhaps, or some odd sense of fate, they cross paths on one dreary day. clouds roll by overhead, growing darker by the minute, and she nearly falls on her ass when she collides with a woman's shoulder. a soft oof escapes and she teeters, arms flailing to steady herself.

"shit, sorry, sorry!"

@sol