Walking through the streets, Ida could easily see why Papa had moved the family home here. It was beautiful in its own way and she loved the fresh breeze, even if it meant keeping a hand on her dress to keep it from blowing around randomly. She often went on walks through the streets, it was so different from the school Grandmother had sent her to. Being back in her father’s care, the rules she had followed for the last couple of years had been very much been forgotten. If only Grandmother knew she walked alone. Ida smirked at the thought of it.

It was on one of these walks she noticed a small group of people moving to watch a man that seemed to be selling some sort of liquid. Slowly she made her way over, very curious about it. “What is it?” she asked once close enough. Perhaps it would help mother.