Deepwood Weald What is this, wash and wear?

Holly had taken her chance of knocking him off and had succeeded but couldn't figure out what to do next. So instead, she simply snapped above Oliver's face. An empty threat of sorts before (if she had time) pinning him to the ground. "Who's in trouble now?" the golden one retorted after her jaws had clamped shut on nothing but sweet air. Holly had tried to keep herself held together through this endeavor but she couldn't keep herself from collapsing in laughter.

It'd been a while since she had been this care-free, especially around somebody she had technically just met. At this moment the flaxen woman felt like she could fly, the weight of the world and her worries had drifted away so what was stopping her now? Nothing. She would soar to greater heights than she could ever imagine, a simple fantasy of life.