"Stupid Ithel," Ffion fumes as she makes her way down towards where Heilyn lives. "More pastries! Go and get Heilyn! Look at me, I'm the boss!" Noticing the odd glances she is getting from passersby, she shuts her mouth, but that doesn't stop her angry thoughts. I don't even work there! Just because they own the business... we're family too!. Crossing one of the many little bridges which connect higher-up layers of the city, she spots a familiar figure in the distance, and starts running. "Heilyn! Wait!"