Once Olivia started walking she could feel herself getting better. And by the time that they reached the city she felt fully recovered and just like herself again, aside from the fact that she was still dripping. The two walked in silence, and though Olivia had many questions she kept her mouth shut. Her hazel eyes took in the environment around her and she wondered about many things. Though they walked a couple of minutes without a word exchanged between the two of them Olivia felt no awkwardness or uncomfortableness. There was something very familiar about Thomas Price, and even though he by no means put her at ease, she felt content enough.
This city was nothing like she had expected. They walked through a narrow street, much like the kissing streets of Spain, then turned down a broad modern stretch. On each side of her were buildings of every age and every culture. Olivia gapped at the sight of a glass building several stories high sitting casually next to victorian style home, and next to that a medieval castle. The way that everything meshed together so perfectly was unsettling, but one couldn't help but like it. Somehow, everything was proportionate and everything fit together like an odd puzzle.
The streets were of the same variety, a little bit here made of cobble stone and the larger streets and walkways being made of concrete and glass. What was more interesting than the architecture was the people. The people that bustled through the street seemed perfectly normal, but dressed a little more exotically than what Olivia was used to. After all, she assumed anything could happen in a dream and therefore anyone could dress exactly the way they imagined.
A hand tried to comb through her drying hair as Thomas stopped to show her the city. Olivia laughed a little bit, lost in the strange feeling that came with such a brilliantly diverse and enchanting class. "It's..." Olivia was lost for words, "Wow."