Present Story

Adoring • Acquiescent • Abstracted

Middle aged | Baker | Roaming

The sky is an amazing phenomenal piece of calming scenery to look at, but that isn't the case when a peculiar musical beat starts pouring from the clouds. The rooftops start singing like a fiddler is upon them, and the streets start shaking from what sounds like an army marching band rushing down them. This is neither of those things, why it is the presence of a hard working baker making her way across Bellacoste.

It could be said percussion is within her hooves, but one can't pinpoint where the string instrument sounds resonate. In any case, this musical business pouflon is enthusiastic to bring fun, foodie, and huggable goodness to the masses she can reach! However Gladis doesn't stay in one place for long. Friends would have to search or hunt Gladis down to spend time with her, but being hunted isn't new to Gladis.

Hunting "inconveniences" take multiple forms for Gladis, some of which she can't talk about. From a guild of knights that work for someone determined to steal clients' orders and demand hugs out of Gladis, to a collection of what Gladis calls "mysterious uncles", to random rogue knight vespires that claim Gladis did some things she has no idea what they're talking about... Gladis' obstacle course just keeps on extending. Who knew baking some cookies could lead to a ridiculous collection of goofs?

Apart from all the shenanigans that randomly floods Gladis' life at the  most random of moments, this baker somehow recovers from it all to return right back to pursuing her hug goals!