Six people started following you... Wait what?
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While she appreciated windy days, that didn't mean Seles actually liked those days where the wind was simply blowing everything in its path aside. Sure, it made the air much easier to breathe in, seeing as it was usually filled with the nauseating scent of perfumes and hairspray and powder (no thanks to those stupid nobles...), but it was also because of the wind that it always forced to not wear her favorite orange hat. During most of the times that she wore it on this particular kind of day, it would always fly off, and would force the poor Wilder to chase after it (because most of the people around the quarter wouldn't give a rat's ass to help someone).
Why didn't she follow her own advice?
Seles has, once again, found herself running after her hat, which is now floating in the sky, making loops and getting farther and farther away from her as the wind picked up.
"Martel damn it!" she muttered to herself as she continued to give chase to the runaway cap, not really expecting anyone to assist her. So it came as a big surprise to her when somebody had grabbed it.
"O-Oh! Um... thank you for catching my hat..." she said, looking at her hat's savior.
