"And I think that went there...”
Soft mumbles filled the air as her hands worked meticulously for her newest sand creation. Feeling just a little homesick she thought it’d be a good idea to recreate a piece from home, one that particularly stuck in her mind even as she traveled across the continent, hopping from town to town.
Adding a pretty shell to the top of the multitude of white hills as its final touch Olivia took a step back to admire her work, promptly bumping into someone behind her as she did so.
A high pitched squeal escaped her body as she turned to face her new company.
“S-S-Sir Chrom! Milord! C-Chrom!”
She took a step back in shocked surprise, barely catching herself before she stepped on her new sandcastle. The dancer was now a jitter of stutters and mumbles, standing meekly before the Ylissean heir with her head slightly bowed before him. She knew there was nothing to be afraid of—she had spoken with Chrom plenty times before during their time in the Shepherds—but force of habit caused her to switch to her shyer demeanor.
Before he can take a step forward Olivia puts up her hands in front of him, face flushed pink and eyes squeezed shut as she does so.
“N-No! You can’t look at that! T-This may be presumptuous of me, Chrom, but y-you’re not allowed to look at it! O-O-O-Or else I might...”
She takes a moment to pause, taking a deep breath in before blurting out her next sentence.
“I might die(of embarrassment)!”
In the span of a few seconds, Chrom's hands flew between a series of indecisive actions. His first instinct was to catch his comrade, but Olivia's nimble feet rendered the intent quite useless. Then, in an involuntary flash the next obvious place for his arms to rest was up in the air. Chrom surrendered as if he'd been the one to break her own personal palace, and in a way, he supposed he had been.
He gave her a nervous smile, the sort that hid a sigh and could've just as easily been a grimace had his brow furrowed the right way. Of all the people in all the world... why was this always so hard?
“Ha... and, what if I said you were?”
Chrom laughed weakly, trying his best dislodge whatever stone had crawled into his stomach. After a moment's pause though, it seemed like maybe that sort of jest hadn't been the best call. He opened his mouth to say as much, assuring her that he'd been kidding, and finally returning his hands to his side for good measure.
Really, things hadn't gone particular well since he walked over—but that was fine. Chrom cleared his throat, and prepared to start again.
“I wouldn't want that to happen, but, I also caught a glimpse or two down the beach already. It looks nice—that's what I came over to tell you...” Chrom dared a peep over her shoulder, long enough to discern that looked might've been the more appropriate term. The craftsmanship was still there, just hidden behind a light dusting of rubble as the central tower crashed onto what remained. It was unfortunate, but... not unsalvageable.
“You know, I know a thing or two about rebuilding kingdoms. I could lend you a hand?” he offered. “Consider it my penance for startling you—and, you really don't need to be so worried around me, Olivia.”
