In a better mood, thanks to wallowing in a puddle of mud, she stood up all chipper like, and eyed the woman for a moment, before throwing her arms out and pouncing toward her for a hug. If successful, her muddy arms would wrap firmly about the other, as she said, "No, name not Skippy. Xavia(Sah-vee-ah), and don't you forget." with that, if she hugged the woman, she'd pull back and give a good natured whack on the woman's arm.

Hah.

Was this dream getting weirder and weirder by the moment.

"Come, we walk."

And Xavia did seem loose one screw. Or, the dream Xavia did.

If it wasn't a dream, she would probably be more of the strong silent type. But it was, and she wasn't. Confusing, anyone?

Anyhow, she glanced over toward Sara, and nodded firmly, attempting to link her arm and pull her along with her own appendage. Off to see the wizard, lalala. (Not really.)

Sara took a moment to look around at the trees. Sara was distracted by a bird on a tree limb that was scrubbing under it’s wing, with a little bird sized bar of soap. So she didn’t see Xavia coming.

“Ach!” Sara stumbled back too steps before she caught her balance. Her head swiveled back around tilting before she realized the muddy mess the lady was putting on her fur, her FUR. “Sticky! Messy!” Sara’s spine straightened and her arms pressed against her side. Stiff as a board under the hug. “ok ok ok. I get it.” Eeew Mud. Rain Sara liked, mud she didn’t.

Then their arm were linked and off they went, like they were going down the yellow mud road on their way to the F*cked up wizard of who the hell cares. Ok this was odd.

Was that an owl with glowing eyes in the tree up a head?