Arven swallowed the mochi, eyes widening a bit at its sweet flavor. All at once it hit him, he shouldn’t have swallowed that. After all, all the villagers were terrified of some mochi thing, did it really make sense to eat a random one now? Then it hit him, not realization, but pain. Arven doubled over, clutching at his stomach. Nemona: “Arven? Are you doing alright?” She sounded worried, or did she? It was hard for Arven to tell like this. His eyes shot open, now bright magenta. Arven’s hair remained the same, light brown with chocolate streaks. Foam-like saliva coursed from his lips, an eerie purple-pink color. Arven didn’t feel right, he felt, disrupted. Like his body wasn’t his own. What was this feeling? He didn’t have a lot of time to think of an answer as he turned to face the group. Florian, Penny, Julianna, Nemona, and Kieran, eyed him like a rabid dog. Arven simply shook himself off and scratched at his neck, subconsciously wanting the pain to leave. Penny: “Arven…?”