You are an ordinary girl who didn't know about worldwalkers until now. It's very surprising that you're such a person.

Fran led the way, talking enthusiastically with Faragonda. She followed, nodding occasionally at Fran's words. There was a lush and blooming forest all around. It was the height of summer in Thirteen. Fran turned around as he walked, starting to walk backward. Faragonda rolled her eyes. — Francesco, you're going to fall. San-Fran snorted, spreading his arms wide. — Hey, Gonda, I don't… And then he bumped into something. Or someone. It was you who had just arrived in this world. Fran pulled away from you and stood next to Faragonda.