Oystercatcher Tide Pools On the path less traveled

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Until the details are firmed up, I'm going to leave it a little vague about her change in rank!

Olive was a sensuous being — but in the most essential meaning of the world. The fae delighted in the world and all it's facets, imbibing the physicalities around her. The earth around them was captivating if one had the eye to see it... and not just the eye but the nose, the ears and the faculty to feel. With her darting, gleaming peridots she glimpsed the vivid colors of her milieu, from the jeweled cerulean tide of the coast to the looming darkness of the mossy, forested greens that comprised her home. Her ears were nearly always crooked at the top of her head as if they were satellites, scanning for scintillating sounds and tunes to inspire her. Touch... there was nothing quite like it, to feel her lover's hot tongue push her plush furs around and around or feel the push of the earth's crust against her paws. And, of course, her sensitive, black-tipped nares gave her more information about her surroundings than all her other sense combined. There was something so...  grounding about experiencing the world is such a way, with all its trials and tribulations and wonders. 

It was real and it was lovely, and she was off to experience the world and all it's mortal pleasures with her king. The excitement she felt brewing within her chest made her wonder how they had never journeyed together before. It was reasonable, she understood, as their whirlwind romance left little time for much else. They met and fell for one another in the span of a single, glorious night and from them on their love had been affronted by constant horrors and negativities. But still their love was unending, no matter what their life together had in store. Olive had convinced herself that Dakarai was a manifest vision of some god, sent to earth to shield her from the [very real and very possible] atrocities of existence and, at the same time, blessing the very earth she walked upon. It was all good. So, so good.

Her inked, kindred spirit led her down the coast and she trailed behind him, loving the sight of him and enjoying the ability to relinquish control to him. Since rising up in Teaghlaigh's ranks and being named red herring, the ability to sit back and let the whims of others overtake her own had been squandered. So Olive pursued Dakarai through the lands as would a pup, enamored and playfully nipping at his heels.

The two skittered upon the coast, finding a beach so iced and so blessedly still that Olive felt a similar sort of calm seep from her surroundings into her very being. The sylph exhaled heavily, her hot breath evanescing into the winter breeze, and grinned. Her lover seemed distressed over the wintered state of the scene, but to Olive it was perfect and beautiful. She watched lovingly as the practicality of his mien peaked and he crushed the ice with several strikes of his mighty paws, lifting the curtain of ice delicately with his nose and urging her to explore the trove he unearthed. 

The veil had concealed various crustations and shelled creatures beneath, dormant from the season. It was a veritable treasure trove of colors and life and Olive nosed the water, stirring the sands beneath in an attempt to wake the sleeping treasures. It was a wonder how life could persist and thrive where she simply couldn't, and she admired these small creatures for it. "They are simply... mesmerizing. What do you call them? What are they?" she asked, shifting her head to one side as if the new point of view would make sense of the obscured shapes and vivid colors. Then her sculpted crown lifted and she stepped forward, closing the space between her and her intended with a slight, feline step. Her maw nosed its way deep into the fur of his neck, finding pleasure in his warmth and the feel of his exquisite musculature underneath. Without removing herself, Olive spoke muffled words into his neck.

"How is it that you know me better than I know myself?"