She smiled as she dismounted, wrapping her arms around the fluffy neck in upmost thanks for Cotton's work in their travel from that sad little abandoned village, through all the stops and their problems with bandits and finally to here. Really, she didn't want him to go, to keep him forever. He was fluffy, adorable and a wonderful companion. Olivia leaned her head against his fluffy neck, feeling his warmth...
Silly Molan, telling her not to think about it was just going to make her more self conscious about it. And she was, her eyes seeming to zone out as she concentrating once again on probably the most basic of normal living functions. At least she had a distraction as she felt the sudden warmth peel away. As much as the hug was nice (and from Andrew! She got to touch him!), the lose of heat was very much welcoming. And she could stop shaking, maybe. Well, it was very clear now that the tail was gone, that source of woe.
For a moment, she watched with interest as Uru tore off his sleeves, unsure of what he intended to do with it until he wove it through the loops of his pants, "were they too big?" She asked him and then turned to look at the other two boils to see if they had similar problems.
Well, aside from the lose of appendages, Andrew didn't look much different. Molan though, his clothing seemed a lot tighter than what she'd ever seen him in. "You look very pretty, Molan," she told him, because to her she did; it didn't phase her that those might be clothes more suited for a ghoul. "You don't have your usual bells though."
Oh, hey wait. Olivia felt a wide smile tug at her lips as realization dawned upon her about what she was seeing. "You do like each other," phrasing be damned but the two of them always seemed to fight with one another and now here they were clinging to one another; from her view anyways.
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"Let's go ~" she said in her quiet enthusiasm, grabbing onto both Molan and Andrew's hands. She had two after all, and Momo had dislodged herself from the latchings of Andrew anyways (she offered the ghoul a soft goodbye) and she totally could and stuff. Wait, should she be leading them in? Because even though she grabbed them, it totally didn't mean she moved or anything. Now she kind of stood their awkwardly between the two boils... wondering who should make the first move. This seemed... kind of bold. Huh.
Olivia's eyes had slid back open as the memory passed through her mind. so much she didn't understand, why her that version had changed suddenly and how any of them had. The context and the situation was lost to her, but there had been that warmth even as uncomfortable as it had made her feel in that moment. Grabbing hands, having those connections. Friends... she smiled.
"Molan wants to see us," she whispered to Cotton, grabbing his reigns and heading back out.
OOC: TRAVELING
gaia_crown Mount Stats:
Current mount being used: Cotton the Alpaca
Mount's Current Temper: 10
Terrain movement: 1d8
Uneven terrain movement: 1d6
Food required: 3
gaia_crown My Voyage Stats:
Attack power: Cold Hands [2d12-6]
HP: Cold Hands [60/60]
Distance traveled: 152 / 150
Supplies remaining: 167 / 200
Bandages remaining: 10 / 10
Allies recruited: 6 / 10 MAX [ Molan/Raja || Robert/Nio Love || Kettel/Pales || Tybalt/OnionGrump || Shiloh/Sammpai || Shun/Blade Kuroda || Mimsey//Nothing Yet ]
