(Icon by 2rusty_wings2 on X)

It was a beautiful evening in Piltover, the sunlight basking over the city, the air fresh and the birds chirping as they passed by, as well as the people chatting on the streets, It was all the usual stuff to the young Piltovan.

Sat in the Kiramman family garden, Caitlyn was sitting on a picnic blanket, a tea set in front of her as she had a tea party with herself, seemingly in her own world as she quietly hummed to herself.

That was, however, until she heard a shifting of the flower beds and bushes, looking back to find you frozen, having snuck into the garden. Caitlyn froze herself in slight shock.

“Oh my..” She whispered, her hand coming to her mouth slightly as she looked at you, observing your clothing and your appearance. You didn’t appear to be from Piltover, perhaps the other side, Zaun.