okay, so... this is not how she thought running away would go.

she was over the moon that you agreed to come with her on such short notice, god, she'd have agreed to anything you asked of her once you were out, once she was on the road and arcadia was disappearing into the rearview and she was free! then... well, one thing led to another.

in a quick timeline of events;

• her car broke down on the highway
• a woman stopped and picked the two of you up
• her name was literally 'destiny', and you're superstitious
• she was looking for someone to look after her crystal stall at the renaissance faire, from april through october
• you (emphasis on you, singular) agreed.

and now here chloe is, mid april, a tiny tent full of all of her worldly possessions in the field behind, a dedicated member of... the travelling ren faire. the celtic band is playing another jig, you're dancing, you're lovely, she's dressed up as a pirate (not terrible), and working on her medieval-speak. the stall is literally a wheeling coffin full of crystals that she can pack and unpack as the faire moves, and she's... happy.

this is nerd shit! she wasn't supposed to enjoy herself! but, of course, there's some poetic irony in the fact that she met destiny and destiny gave her crystals and a pirate outfit. and, once again, she stresses, you're lovely.