[attr="class","abooti"] this situation was, quite frankly, entirely too much for the abbiati matriarch; technology had always been kept at a distance from the snowpoint clan and olivia was slowly being forced to adapt to the modern world. this game, however, was undoubtedly new to her. the community, with their wealth of knowledge who saw her as a child or a mob. it was humiliating and induced a deeply disturbing feeling of nostalgia. as her time as a child, knowing nothing. being treated as nothing if you could not comprehend the sea or it’s tellings. incompetent if one could not read the stars, glide through the waves, or recite intricate ancient unknown runes for no other reason than a command; obedient, ignorant.

olivia took a deep breath, her new avatar closing its shell and water rimmed it’s edges in a razor shell before she opened up, and said, “i will heal and act as defense for whomever carries...” she glanced down at her shell body before continuing, “... me to the egg’s destination.” olivia released her breath. “i am here to support, i suppose.” syren mused , and olivia pondered. she was an adult, a former gym leader, a political entity, ceo, and a childbearer - not a mother, she would not dare entertain such a claim.

perhaps that is what she could do for these two boys. support them as she might of her own. “i could also attack, as you’ve seen.” her avatar added with her bubbly voice. she was already considering ways to force her way through this quest, and olivia is a very stubborn woman.