<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5Zxt3Tp.jpg)</div>It felt like one moment there were only a few of them and then there were others. All different manner of people, some of them clearly not human. None of this made sense, even in the way that dreams typically made sense, Molly decided to watch them all and follow along. There wasn't much that she could hope to do here on her own, she didn't know where "here" was. Though seeing others be ravaged by the grass clued her in on the fact that it wasn't safe.<br/><br/>Whether this was a dream or no she didn't know, but she didn't want to take the chance. She crossed the grass with the others and when the woman handed out clothes she took some. The clothes were scant and she wasn't worried about shame, but it was hard to really concentrate on the world around her. She was actually able to dress herself again. Not that she couldn't wear what she wanted back home, it was just that she hadn't physically been able to pull clothes onto herself in such a long time. Though there was hardly any clothing to speak of. When Ute spoke, she simply listened...and tried to watch what the others were doing with the thongs. She'd never worn one of these and wanted to make sure that she put it on the right way. She knew which way she would have thought it went, but there's no telling with some things.<br/><br/><strong>Roll for earlier in the field:</strong><br/>Roll Result: Molly rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by +2<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 20,<br/>Total: 20