There was a bit of resentment there. Etolie wasn't the sort to do any meager work, even as a tour guide. Yet she had been assigned as one out of the blue for one of the newest students. What the hell. She almost lost her cool and blew up but remembered Vera's punishment before and didn't want such an outburst getting back to her so she remained tight lipped about matters.

Still, she sought to have some fun if she had to deal with such a menial task. So she prepared a few things to take with her in an over the shoulder bag that had cost quite a bit of money back in the day. Expense had not been a concern then or now. Since it would be outside of classes she didn't need to be in uniform and had been adorned in expensive greens with extravagant earrings, a few rings and a necklace with actual sapphires. She went without her typical gold locket mainly because the residents of this place tended to target it so it was meant to keep it as safe as possible in a place like this.

One last look in the mirror, she gave some thought to the tour running through a rough plan in her head then double checked all her supplies ensuring she had everything she needed. After all she had to cover her tracks least Vera find out. She wasn't as bad as she use to be always wavering back and forth trying to change but that was hard. Of course her disdain for actual work, as it was subjected to lessers, inflamed her.

Now she made her way to the commons of the dorm where they were to meet, Olivia Nightingale had been the name she had been given and it would be time to find her. She had never seen her as far as she knew and began by asking around first until she was pointed in the vicinity of one she hardly expected to encounter, none the less serve as a guide to.

Unaware of the sort of things that transpire at this 'educational institution', Olivia was genuinely excited to finally be here. The hot weather here compared to dreary old England was sublime. Given the change of climate, which she was prepared for, one of Olivia's many summer dresses seemed appropriate. A sky blue dress that came down just below the knees, with a sparse but noticeable white floral pattern, and a pair of tan sandals, and what would make Olivia stand out, was not her clothes, but rather her wheelchair and mask. There weren't many, among her staff back home, who weren't used to her unusual appearance, a young half indian girl wearing what appeared to be a plain white, masquerade half mask. However, upon coming to someplace new, she'd more than expected a few odd looks, at least until people here adapted as well.

Allowing her discreet little cameras, mounted on her facial covering, to see for her, this young woman would smoothly glide along in her wheelchair, head turning this way and that as she took in the new sights with wonder and awe. She'd stopped only briefly after getting off the plane, being sure to check and see if the Help were indeed in possession of all of her luggage that was to be taken to her room. While she would only have her own, small purse, perched comfortably on her lap and held in place with her left hand, there would be men working tirelessly to relocate her many bags and clothes. All of this would be somewhere in the back of her head, but ultimately ignored as a minor detail as she would begin to make her way through the campus with blissful ignorance.

Having eventually found her way to where she needed to be, a small achievement that Olivia would be nonetheless proud of, it would not be long before someone came her way. With the slightest nudge of the joystick just at the tip her fingertips, Olivia would turn to face.

"Oh, hello there. You must be Ms Leblanc, I'm Olivia Nightingale. A pleasure to meet you. I trust that you will be most helpful in showing me around."

Abandoning the controls to her wheelchair for the briefest moment, the cordial young lady would extend a hand with the slightest of smiles on her lips. Usually, Olivia didn't care for such niceties, but she'd been taught it was the sort of thing she was supposed to do. Though she could see with the help of that little device of hers, she seemed to be choosing her words in stunning ignorance of Etolie's current mood.

She certainly did not expect to conduct a tour today or any other day. On top of that she wasn't thinking that it would be for someone that had been handicapped. There weren't many on the island she could think of that had been handicapped in some way not that she paid much attention to the majority of staff and students unless she needed something.

Her features must have shown with surprise but it was brief considering the surprises she often faced on this island that better prepared her for shocks. Taking the hand she did note the elegance in Olivia's fashion. She had a similar design, which wasn't practical on the island for the most part but she was limited to a wheelchair so out running the creatures here wasn't viable. Good shoes beat sandals any day but even then it hardly mattered unless you managed to find someone that distracted your pursuer long enough to get away.

It rarely happened but there were a few times where she managed just that.

This wheelchair had her reconsider her plans. She smiled before she caught herself then recovered. “Likewise. And that depends, just how maneuverable is this thing over open terrain?”

She tried to cover her delight but needed to know what to suspect too. Chances were that it would be fine on the trails. But what about off them? After all when they got far enough away from the campus she thought she could get her off the main trail easily enough. There were a ton of options that she had at her disposal here.

And what was up with that mask? It was kind of creepy in a way. Was it hiding a scar? It would have to be approved if she wore it in class, which she assumed she would wear it. She had also assumed that it had already been approved by the powers that were. It was a small detail, some of the other girls had the OK for this or that so it was no big deal.

She made note of it all the same. “There were a few places I had in mind to show you but I don't think that you'll find them particularly interesting. However, there might be a few that would appeal to you. What are your interests?”

Olivia was used to encountering surprise when people met her for the first time, though she would find herself rather fond of how well this girl contained her reaction. Heavens knows she'd managed to witness some real bumbling, flat footed responses in her time. Her approval would soon alleviate to delight when her guide inquired as to how well she could manage varied terrain. She'd expected her tour to only encompass the campus grounds, finding herself, during the years ahead, limited in her ability to go out and experience this semi-tropical paradise.

"Oh. Well, I've actually made quite a few modifications to my apparatus here. I shouldn't have too much difficulty with the rough terrain and, if it's needed, I can manage to walk a short distance, so long as it's not too far."

It would seem that the young lady in front of Olivia was rather pleased as well, though for different reasons, unbeknownst to Olivia. In the circumstances, she couldn't help noticing how pretty the other girl was, and Olivia would give a wide, genuine smile as she shyly tucked a loose strand of her long blonde hair back behind her ear. That said, she would have to remind herself that that wasn't the exact reason she'd come to Shokushu, at least, it wasn't the only reason.

"I specialise primarily in the sciences, I've heard some remarkable things about your laboratory facilities here... also some rather odd things, but we must forgive the flights of fantasy some people have."

The less said on that most inappropriate front, the better.

"That said, I'm sure I'll be getting around to seeing all that in time, and if you're offering, I'd be delighted to see what remarkable outdoor sights this tropical island has to show us. I've been known to be quite the landscape artist, though if you're wondering how a blind girl is an artist, heh, well, this device here, that I created, is what allows me to see."

With a distinctly prideful tone, not one to be modest about her scientific achievements, Olivia gave a brief gesture to the mask on the top half of her face, being clear to indicate what it was she was talking about.

"I know I should probably head to my dorm at some point, but I think we'll have time enough for you to show me the sights. I'd imagine the people here are more than capable of seeing that everything is in order, and failing that, I'm sure the Help can make do for a while without us. With all that said, I'll happily place myself in your hands, where shall we start?"

Again she could not contain a smile from her features. So she wasn't wheelchair bound. Other options invaded her thoughts getting her out of that chair and a short distance from a path would make her easy pickings. "Oh, not far from the beaten path.” She did gaze at the wheelchair again.

Her interests focused only on chemistry as far as the sciences went. She had no need to work with physics though Tidal introduced her to biology with some specimens she left behind for her to experiment on. Her understanding of the creatures and experimenting floundered most of the time. The effects they produced where short term and the time she had with them was minor. For a long while she had no access to new specimens.

But she modified this? She knew of some of those eccentric devices first hand. Fortunately she had no been exposed to to many of them and there were the off world technologies too that she experienced with Princess Tidal that still had lasting effects.

A special treat, she was blind too? She could use that. Most definitely. An idea sprang to mind. “Oh, I am. There are plenty of places of interest on the island and even a few places kept relatively secret from most of the girls here. There are numerous strange plants too some of which can be used for odd chemical processes.”

She let that sink in for a second and smiled once more. “I think I have an interesting place if chemistry is your thing. Or even a secluded beach that offers quite a scenic view.”

She offered up the second in the event that the first didn't interest her. It was the same beach she had met the Princess at, the same one she brought girls to Tidal and even had a field day with Rhaine that later back fired on her. Not one but two monsters came after her after that, but Olivia was new and did not have the interests of monsters yet that prized her in one way or another, she concluded that because she didn't even see her room yet.

Most of the denizens here waited to the first night or second day at least. “We can come full circle and end the tour at the dorms, not much to see there any way. It's far from the Ritz and I'm sure you're use to better things. Now how are you in the water? And just how does that mask function? In laymen terms, I wouldn't grasp much advanced tech talk.”

She didn't know if moving with the assistance of a pool would be easier or not. It barely mattered, only making a difference in whether or not she would show her where the pool was. As for the mask she had more nefarious reasons for asking.

Perhaps she was reading the situation wrong, but Olivia couldn't help but read the other girl's apparent mounting delight as a mutual sign of attraction. Did she swing that way? Were they 'vibing' off one another right now? She'd known about her own orientation for just over a year now, but she still had difficulty telling these things. Of course she'd be too afraid to just straight out ask, and even if there was something there, it would be a little too much, having only just met.

There'd be a general sense of mounting affection, not to mention a sort of romantic excitement, as the girl mentioned places that were 'secret', which Olivia would in the circumstances interpret as 'private' and 'secluded'. All this would take a slight, hesitant step back when the idea of strange plants and chemicals were thrown into the mix. While it would take her aback somewhat, she'd have to admit it wouldn't have her absolutely repelled.

"You mean, like Psilocybe Fungi?"

She'd ask uncertainly, but with a tone that indicated her minor disapproval. Though she had some vague awareness of the fact, that the species she referred to was more often referred to as 'magic mushroom' or 'shrooms', she'd find herself retreating to the safety of more scientific nomenclature.

"I can't exactly say that I'm entirely open to that sort of experimentation, though I'm aware that's the sort of thing people occasionally do in places like this."

Wanting to return to discussing the pleasantries of the island, Olivia would get back to the matter of where it was they'd be going. Subtly making the point that they could easily talk on the move, the young prodigy would shift her joystick to the right, turning herself towards the exit.

"Getting to see a tropical beach though would be delightful. I expect that the stunning blue water is all the more wonderful in person, I only wish I could see it with my own eyes."

Olivia wasn't usually one for self pity like that, but she did have to confess, it was a shame she was only getting to see such thing through her cameras.

"I'm sure I can manage with whatever accommodations they provide, despite appearances I am a lot more independent than people might think. Now then, well..."

Choosing to answer her guide's question about her mask first.

"... basically there are cameras on the mask here that send signals to a small subdermal implant I created which fits onto the base of my spine."

With her left hand Olivia sweeps her long, blonde hair slightly aside to show and indicate to the smallest of bulges on the back of her neck.

"The visual input can be sent directly to my brain, you see, bypassing my damaged corneas. They've done extensive work on this sort of device in places like Germany and Sweden, but I'm proud to say I've out done most of them. Now, as for the water, I probably wouldn't want to have my seeing aid here getting wet."

Stopping briefly, Olivia removes her mask and brings it down in front of her, exposing the interior side. At the very least, this would answer any questions Etolie might have as to what was underneath. There'd be no scarring, or disfigurement, just soft, almost tranquil looking features, Olivia's eyes remaining gently shut. Though not entirely exposed, coming into direct contact with the skin, upon showing off the mask's underside, it is possible to see through a thin transparent layer a complex mess of wires and circuitry.

"I've made it resistant enough to handle the usual sweat, and rain, but I doubt it could hold up against being submerged, not that I'm planning to go for a swim. It probably doesn't surprise you to know that I don't exactly have a swim suit on me. I can swim a little bit, when in proper attire, but mostly I'm in the water for hydrotherapy. Still, I don't see any reason I can't take my sandals off and have a bit of a paddle, if you think we can allow for that."

“I suppose you could fine them. I've never looked.” Her features went stern for a moment at that implication as drug use had not been what she had meant at all. Then she dismissed it knowing that she had to keep up a facade. “Better than those. Some even stranger.”

She walked with her to the door eyeing the mask casually but her more so. A looker for certain. Now unseen she smiled again. Another thought popping into her mind with the reveal as to how the mask worked. “What is the range? I mean there's no reason someone else couldn't wear it right and you would effectively see what they did.”

The question did interest her. She made a reminder to herself to cover the mask after it was removed, no big deal there but there was no sense in allowing her to see anything before it was too late. Knowledge was power and all that and clearly she was in a league well beyond Amy, that ditz.

It actually appealed to her to replace Amy or at least demote her to all the physical tasks. Come to think of it that wasn't much of a demotion as she did all the thinking for her. But manipulating someone with smarts opened up different doors. Blackmail? Possibly. She did have a few surprises packed up for later when the time came.

She didn't expect her to swim, more or less wade. She filed that away along with water damage. She doubted there would be much difficulty in getting another mask if anything happened to this one. The college might even repair it, they fixed all those damages from the guests here in record time and it was rare that anyone was at the nurses station for long after an attack.

“No problem, that beach it is. But there is one catch. I can't show you were it is. Normally I would just blind fold you but in this case all I need to do is remove that mask until we get there. Not too many of us know about the place and until I speak with everyone else it's just a precaution.”

The tour of the campus was pretty basic with a few exceptions. There was one building she pointed out. “You never want to be called there. That place has a not so pleasant basement where the Prefects will send you if you have too many demerits. Some of the Prefects are just, well for lack of a better word, bitches. They'll write you up for any little thing. Word of advice just avoid them. They're the campus police more or less, the ones that wear the blue sashes.”

When coming to another building she made another announcement. “After you get some experience here that building may have some promise but it's a risk too from the gossip I here. Well, I suppose it's not the building but one of the people that can be found there. More on that later. Are you ready to see that beach now?”

The question had been a curious one, she hadn't thought of it as a means of seeing someone else's perspective, and in her innocence, she still wouldn't even consider it as something that could be used sexually.

"It can work up to a range of a few meters, I've actually managed to put the thing down on its charger a few times without turning it off a few time now, quite disorientating. As for someone else using it, I guess that would be possible, but you can't see out of the eye holes, so the person in question would be effectively blind. That said, I suppose you could just pop out one of the cameras."

Carefully now, she would shift her grip on the mask and with only some minimal amount of effort push one of the white rounded domes that filled in the left eye hole.

"They're fairly easy to remove, I have it that way so I can do maintenance on them, normally one at a time."

Feeling happy that someone was taking at least some interest, Olivia would find herself going on.

"There's an on/off switch here on the side, also a record function, but I only tend to use that when I'm making notes, and finally the whole thing simply clicks back onto my nose..."

Pushing the camera back into its socket and bringing the mask back up, Olivia would place her seeing aid back on her face.

"... like so."

Hearing that the beach was so secret she had to be 'blindfolded' during the journey there, Olivia would find herself feeling the slightest of exciting nervousness. Not enough to put her off the idea, but rather adding a taste of dangerous thrill to the whole thing. The whole thing might have been all the more unnerving, if Olivia wasn't already, in her mind, planning how to keep track of where she'd gone. A near eidetic memory, she was sure she could remember every turn, every step, mapping out the exact route in her head. There'd be a brief pause as the concept sunk in, the slightest of blush tinting her cheeks, but she'd soon respond.

"I suppose that would be alright, after all, it's not like you'd just abandon me out there. I know that there are people out there who'd want to steal my technical secrets, but to be honest, if they want them, they can have them. Just make sure you don't return it scratched."

After that, Olivia would be treated to the grand tour. Etolie's choice of language regarding the prefects would have her shocked at first, but she would soon find herself giving a cute little giggle in response to the impropriety. In truth she had almost all but forgotten about Etolie's offer to take her to this 'secret beach', and when she reminded her she'd find herself blushing again.

"Oh. Yes. Of course..."

Slightly hesitant, she'd reach up and removed her mask and hand it to Etolie. With her right hand, she would carefully feel for a switch next to her joystick. Flicking it, making sure she was on level ground first, the motors on her wheelchair would disengage, allowing for someone else to easily move her themselves.

"You should be fine pushing my wheelchair now, just be careful on the slopes. I'll probably have to get out once we get to the beach, but until then..."

She'd give another smile, blushing more clearly now with excitement, her body closing up shyly, becoming smaller.

"... I'm in your hands."

Post Repeat, edited to not be in the way so much.

“Is that so?” She pondered those record features. “How long can you record for? How do you do it and how is it played back? Best to keep that little detail to yourself, if the Prefects know you can record they'll probably have you trying to catch rules breakers in the act.

“And in locker rooms the other girls might get a bit self conscious. Word would spread quickly no doubt. But I'm not going to say a thing,” she shot her another smile before she took some notes on the devices and just how the eyepiece popped out as that could be useful.

As far as stealing the wheelchair to get those specks she had no interest in that. “Now unless that wheelchair has a hidden chemical formula in it you won't have to worry about it.”

She had noted the interest there for this sojourn to the beach and that was what she had been looking forward to the most. Doing the rounds she had her attention about the Prefects. She almost balked about having to push the chair but remembered what he was doing first tucking the mask in her bag and placing the back on the back of the chair.

Then they were on their way. It wasn't one of the closest beaches to the campus which made it rather isolated but for those willing to take the five or ten minute trek it was well worth it monsters aside, since an isolated target was ideal. Most of the time there was no one or thing here.

She recalled the djinn she made a deal with and looked to the black ring she wore, grinning as she knew how to charge it back up and this would give her another opportunity to do so.

When they could smell salt in the air she wheeled her out of sight so no one was likely to come across the chair by chance. “OK, it's not much further then here so we'll walk the rest of the way. Careful though. Let me help you.” With one hand she took the bag then offered the other up for her to take.

Now she pondered whether or not to strike before, after or ate the beach. At or after. Routinely she cheeked to see if the Princess returned, even brought her gifts of the students. Her spells, the few she knew, had been amazing. If Tidal was not there then after worked to. Or during. She had yet to make up her mind. In any case it would be soon.

So many questions about her mask, the other woman didn't seem to be growing tired of it and it was frankly getting a little repetitive. However, she did make a point about it probably not being such a good idea to share such information. Olivia would be tense at the idea that her mask's record functions could get her in trouble, but when her guide assured her she wouldn't tell anyone she'd breath a sigh of relief.

"Yes, thank you, please don't tell anyone."

A set of words Etolie had probably heard a dozen or more so times by now.

"I can honestly say, I wasn't even thinking about that. It's never been a problem back home, since it's not something I use very often, though I mean, it's not particularly difficult. The same cable that recharges it also goes into any standard USB port, and I've made the software fairly compatible with most operating systems. If I'm honest I cheated a bit there and dissected a smartphone for that particular lay out, so it's essentially the same as that. To start recording and to end recording is fairly straight-forward, just the small red button on the side to start recording, holding it down for a few seconds, and then the same to stop recording. There isn't really a playback option, but I can actually watch videos on my mask, if it's plugged into a computer, including my own recordings, doesn't even have to be up on the computer screen or anything."

Not that she would admit it, but the actual subtext there, which she'd hesitate to bring up intentionally, and certainly wouldn't have said straight out was 'I can use my mask to watch stuff I wouldn't want people to see on my computer screen.' Though how keen her escort was to pick that up by herself was anyone's guess. Olivia would certainly be embarrassed, claiming she didn't know what Etolie was talking about if it was bought up. Of course, this would be a difficult claim to make, were anyone to search away in some of the more private files of her computer.

"I'd show you, my laptop's just in the back of my chair there, but I don't think you'd find watching me do that very interesting."

She was glad that her wheelchair wasn't something that was sought after, though she had meant her mask, which should have clearly been the more impressive piece of technology. However, as Olivia has said, it mattered little even if someone did steal it.

An uncontrollable, deeply blushing smile had bloomed beautifully on Olivia's face as she was taken away. Though perhaps the subtext behind being wheeled away, alone, to a secluded, exotic location with a pretty girl was something she'd imagined, the mere thought of it was enough to have her excited. A part of her would fight to remind her though that this wasn't the reason she'd come to Shokushu, and either having or expecting a romantic encounter immediately, with the first girl she met, no less, was certainly unreasonable. Still, she was sure if Etolie did make a move, she wouldn't put up a fight.

Though she was mostly distracted by the wild thoughts running through her head, this small, pretty, young genius sitting shyly, but happily in her chair, it would take very little of her considerable mental prowess to keep a continous note of where they were going. A left turn, straight for approximately three hundred meters with a mild five degree incline, right, along level terrain for another fourty... In the end though, there would only be a few minutes before they reached their destination.

"Oh."

She'd reach out and find the hand offered to her. During the journey she'd all but managed to calm herself down, but now actually touching this other girl, taking her hand, she'd find a little blush returning.

"Thank you."

Rising shakily to her feet, but soon apparently finding her balance, Olivia would start to walk slowly and carefully with Etolie's assistance, wondering when she planned on giving her back her mask.

She was interested in the recording features of the mask but shook her head as far as playback went. There was no need for any of that just yet. “Not necessary, I think I got the picture.” Another grin. Unaware of her memory in getting back to the beach Etolie took her hand and lead her on.

Their pace was slower, there were some roots and rocks to be avoided. She did give her the mask back upon reaching that beach. White warm sands and gentle waves that lapped against the shore. Out some distance but not too far had been a series of rocks that jutted out of the ocean with one large enough for two or three people to rest upon.

As expected the beach was empty. No signs of the Princess was to be found here but Etolie had almost given up the idea of seeing her again. Meaning she lost some of her leverage, particularly when dealing with Rhaine who had at least two of the guests had been watching out for her and she had lost contact with the only one that took a recurring interest in her.

But all this effort was about to pay off. She had not been in a rush but she was eager. First things first she slipped off that black ring from her index finger turning it over to her. “Take it. The girls that know of this place all have a matching ring. Of course you're still pending at this stage but wearing it will let the others know that you're a candidate. You'll get to meet some of the others before hand, that is if you are interested.”

Still setting the scene for things yet to come once she had that mask back she figured a point near or at the wheelchair made a better choice for the time being. First though she would allow Olivia to enjoy this beach.

OOC: Yeah, I know, my posts are getting longer. I'm going to try and cut down.

If Olivia had thought that the scene would be any less magnificent, with her only able to see things through her camera's, she'd be wrong. Stepping out now onto the hot sands, she'd walk carefully at first, however as she got further onto the beach, as the situation dawned on her, she'd begin to run, albeit quite slowly by most people's standards. Had she still been back home, with her family and her staff, she undoubtedly would have had someone calling out to her now, telling her not to be so careless, running in her condition. However, here, for perhaps the first time in a long time, she had a freedom.

Of course, it didn't change the state of her body, and she wouldn't get too far towards the ocean before her legs would give way and she'd find herself stumbling, falling to her knees. Far from seeming upset by this though, even though she could now feel a stabbing pain in her achilles tendons, she would begin to laugh, not some dignified, controlled affair, but a deep, from the belly, cry. There, on her knees, sand on the edges of her dress, she'd rip the mask almost violently from her face, remembering quickly to turn it off, and, her eyes still blind, she'd open them and stare up, unseeingly into the sky.

Once she'd finish letting loose her joyous outcry, after a second or two just kneeling there, breathing it all in and out, in deep heavy breaths, she'd quickly whip her head around, looking behind her towards where she could somehow sensed Etolie. The glance would be brief, but it would give Olivia's companion the chance to see, perhaps for the first time, Olivia's white hazed over eyes, as well as the biggest possibly most genuine, and beautiful, grin she'd ever seen. This long awaited liberation would give Olivia a kind of undefinable glow and, having flashed her guide a smile, not saying a word, Olivia would quickly fling off her sandals and, remembering to at least pick her mask back on, though not put it back on, Olivia would ignore any pain in her legs and run out into the shallow waters. Feeling the cold waves roll over her small, delicate feet, she would reach down and plunge her hands and arms in, feeling the water flow over her smooth, flawless skin. Finally straightening back up, smearing the salty ocean waters on her face, like some sort of ancient tribal warrior plastering their face in the cleansing blood of some mighty, felled beast, Olivia would give a final, drawn out sigh, before regaining her composure and, carefully placing the mask back on.

Admiring the beautiful blue waters and the beach's white, gorgeous expanse, Olivia would soon turn back to return to Etolie, with an almost bouncing spring in her step, despite her frail build. Upon approaching, she'd find herself coming in very close, slightly carried away by her new found sense of freedom. Hands almost reaching out for Etolie's hips and face, a motion that would probably not go unnoticed, Olivia would quickly and harshly stop herself, stepping back and shyly looking down as she once more slid a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. It would not have been so bad, but perhaps her family's disapproval would show a little bit through as Olivia found herself quietly muttering an apology.

Having not even been one hundred percent sure that Etolie even swung that way, a distraction would thankfully present itself to hinder her mild shame, that worked to push her back into herself. Etolie presenting her with a black ring, Olivia would look up, uncertain as to what this gesture meant. However, as Etolie explained, Olivia would find herself coming to some sort of understanding, albeit not an entirely correct one.

"Oh... this is like some sort of sorority..."

It would perk her up again, out of her dreadfully repressed, indoctrinated shame. Olivia had heard of these sort of things, but having been homeschooled and, to some extent, self-taught, she'd never experienced them herself. At the very least, she felt that she needed to be slightly honoured by having been chosen like this, on her first day.

"I'm flattered."

She'd say, taking the ring and gingerly sliding it onto her finger, aware of the slight looseness it had around her digits.

"If I'm honest though, I wouldn't want to be too involved. I'm sure this is an honour, but, as you can probably imagine, I still very much want to show how much I can do things on my own. Still..."

And she'd end up feeling a little disappointed, as it sunk in that the reason for her being brought out here was perhaps for this, and not something more... intimate, though it wouldn't exactly show, still very much someone happy with the way things were going.

"... I'm sure it'll be fun to have some people to hang out with, someone to talk to."

Hoping that Etolie had either have failed to notice, or would forget her more 'forward' motions, made towards her, Olivia would also, more generally, hope that her emotional outburst, and undignified composure, could be overlooked. Shyly turning away now, she would go back to the beach, perhaps a little less uninhibited, she would nonetheless allow herself to start enjoying the wonderful, secluded site once more.

“Careful there,” she came forward a bit as she collapsed on the warm sands. It was easy to see how overjoyed she had been at something that had been rather simple. She observed her, noted the haze over her eyes and even looked away, not that Olivia could see her then.

She scrolled the terrain for Tidal knowing full well if she had been beneath the waves she would not see her. No activity out at the distant rocks. When she looked back she grinned and even noted Olivia coming forth before coming up short.

Her eyes widened in mild surprise, then a grin spread over her lips. She had not counted on such a reaction on her part when they started out. She had been taken off guard by such a development. But would that all change in time? She would just have to see how this all played out.

The ring had been received and worn. That was a good thing and she had no good reason why she had to wear it. When she made her move she was just going to stick it on her after the fact in order to charge up the ring. Etolie had learned that the ring fed off of the pleasure that the were received. Not long after discovering this she discovered that it did not have to be her own pleasure at that.

“Something like that,” she answered. “There are no sororities here but there's no shortage of clubs. The closest thing to a sorority would be the Prefects and they're more an organization then anything else.”

She let her prattle on a bit about the sorority and involving herself with others. Then she decided to test something placing her index finger against her lips. Unable to see her eyes now not that they would reveal much she was looking for other signs that betrayed her emotions.

While she tested out a hypothesis that she had assumed had been correct she let her touch linger there for a few seconds until she was sure Olivia got the idea to be silent before that finger departed. “You're getting ahead of yourself. I have to pitch the idea first so the verdict is still out there. A new girl, it will be a while before a decision is reached one way or the other so until then you will need to be blindfolded in a sense and with another in the group to come here.”

She lied, but that suited her. She was the nucleus of her peers, even was the president of the student council until Vera stripped her of that title that she had to earn back with her demotion to vice president but that was neither her or there. “But for now you can enjoy this place as much as you want. Maybe again in a few days when my work load lessens and your better attired to the environment. Did they assign you a roommate yet? Some girls get lucky and get a single, the Prefects get them I hear and some of the other students get the too minus the luxuries. Most get doubles but not all of those are filled, it all depends on the volume of students. Unless you have a single someone can get paired with you all of a sudden as need dictates.”

The answer did not really matter, it was easy to manipulate matters to suit her and she did have another idea that was forming, only because she showed interest in her. She would see where that lead allowing her to marvel in her time her as for her, her real fun was soon at hand.

As Etolie softly placed a finger to Olivia's lips, the young, talkative prodigy would suddenly fall silent. If Etolie was looking for any signs, they'd all be there. The steadily rising blush on her soft cheeks, her breath becoming hot as her whole body language became shy and submissive, even when Etolie's finger was withdrawn, there'd be a minute pursuit, her lips seemingly wanting to linger before parting slightly. Becoming lost for words entirely, Etolie would not speak until she was asked a question.

"No..."

Her voice was quiet and soft.

"... They haven't paired me with anyone as far, as I know. I think they might have needed to make special accommodations for my mobility."

She wasn't really listening to what she'd been told, just barely keeping an ear out for actual questions. Instead, she was wrapped up in what had just happened. She could still feel the heat burning the tips of her ears. Briefly, Olivia would glance around before looking back at Etolie, gaze first dropped down on her golden locket, rising up to Etolie's face before quickly averting to one side.

"It really is beautiful here, but maybe I should head back. I mean, I'm sure somebody is wondering where we got off to."