"Do I look dressed up to you?" Courtney asked with a chuckle. Dressed was one thing she could safely say she wasn't.  Courtney cocked her head at the question and took in Timothy's form then shrugged. "I dunno, like a kinda hot Italian dad?" She answered, obviously not sure if that was the best way to say it or not. "I can't say how tall you are, I don't know how tall I am right now!"<br/><br/>"And hey" she said defensively before her description could be mocked, "it's a hard question! I mean, what do<em>I</em>look like?"<br/><br/>As the girl started rocking back and forth she glanced over at her, wincing at the repeated mentions of rape. Geez, I hope that's not my subconscious she grimaced. "I thought she was my insecurities but I don't feel all that insecure at the moment." She pointed at Charlotte. "Wonder what her deal is?"<br/><br/>As she spoke the sun shone down warmly on the gathering people, the wind blew a cool, refreshing gust of a breeze which brought with the smell of a flowery field.<br/><br/><em>Courtney is unconsciously druidcrafting the effect without realizing it.</em>