_{[Ala Mhigo was a mess of a place. Tataru can only imagine what circumstances would have a woman turn on her people and join the other side. Unlike others she's not quick to jump to conclusions, nor does she feel comfortable in prying. Fordola's past is her own and hers to keep or share; Tataru's well aware she's not entitled to it.]}

I don't make it a habit of treating anyone like a monster.

The holiday is one commemorating the Ul'dahn Legend of the Lost Lady. In Eorzea women of all sorts dress in their best clothes, eat sweets, and have a day out on the town, all the while being tended to by a man who serves as their seneschal for the day. It's good, light-hearted fun. I tended to look forward to it quite a bit when I was younger.

_{[It was her one day out of the year to feel special and not toil over a desk with gems and tools. A day to forget about debts and pretend she was something more than the lot in life she'd been given to work with at the start.]}