Moonspear as you sleep through a winter’s dream

Thought I’d get this started for us :) Takes place after this thread
@Dakarai

Olive had been doing a task that forsook her as of late — ranging across the territory and finding new wonders, never before held by her own eyes. It was a pastime that, once, was her ultimate priority. Everything paled in comparison to the road, the vividness of the ever-changing world around her — the woman ranged far and wide, covering large swathes of land each day, with a thirst for exploration that could never be sated. In fact, she even had to be tricked into giving up her transient lifestyle to joining Teaghlaigh by Furiosa and cajoled into remaining there. 

That had changed after certain events. After her and Dakarai’s fated long range to the Sunspire, her resulting pregnancy and wounds had stifled such desires. Her twisted and torn ankle had healed since then, but her small mewling babes kept the woman tethered to one spot [you know, when they weren’t be forced to traverse the entirety of the Teekon Wilds and then ousted from their home]. Comfort had been found upon the elevation of Moonspear, and Olive had been reluctant to leave it for quite sometime. She had been seduced by the safety of numbers and the freedom such sanctuary afforded Aries and Cassiopeia — and how could she not?

But, after taking advantage of their visitation rights, she Sirius saw her often. Not physically, but in thoughts, memories and dreams. The thoughts of the small, weathered boy disturbed her to the point that when she looked at Aries, his twin, she sometimes saw the firstborn boy. It disturbed her — how could she had been so close to him, yet let him go again? Was she a mother so weak that she would not risk life and limb to save her child from her enemies?  

— it was not only these thoughts that vexed her. When she was not beguiled by thoughts of Sirius and the chaos the small pup, so small and so innocent, left in his wake, her mind fell to the subject of Dakarai.  Their tryst had left the druid restless, worried — uncertain if the god’s fury would fall upon them. It was complicated, Olive had decided, and had put those anxieties to rest for the duration of their brief travel to visit the Altar of Twilight… but the thought awoke with a sudden fury when the small family had returned and she was presented with their closeness once more — the cave which sat so close to their den — and she wasn’t sure what to do with this. It had been wrong and comeuppance would certainly result. It was inevitable, and she hoped neither Dakarai nor her babes nor the wolves of Moonspear would be harmed because of her folly.

Oh, how she wanted to feel bad for it! But, that was easier said than done. She was agitated and unsettled and for the first time in the long time, the fae entertained a desire to move; to travel as she once had. So the woman ranged, and though her ventures out of the territory were few and far between, the druid delighted in the many springtime sights [never before seen by her own eyes] on the mountainside. That is where the woman existed right then, upon her stargazing rock on the far side of the mountain, watching as the sunset painted the sky a myriad of pinks and oranges. She was not entirely sure where Aries, Cassiopeia or Dakarai were — but wishing they were here.