The Sunspire one fat pigeon

To Olive’s delight, she found Seabreeze in relatively little time. The valley that sprawled before the Sunspire was full of undulations and rolling elevations, so the sylph was able to espy the other woman’s sandy hue against the growing green of the season. For all intents and purposes, the girl seemed to be on a similar quest and Olive was all too happy to meet her halfway.

As she drew nearer, the shewolf came to recognize the scent upon the air — heat — and chuckled inwardly. Her own season had not been too long ago, and look where it left her! However, Seabreeze had a family that could take care of her during such a pivotal time, whereas Olive had nothing and no one to hold her back — and here she was now, pregnant, so many she was not the best wolf to hold this responsibility.  

Seabreeze was one of few people who knew her secret, so Olive wondered shamelessly which topic they would touch on first: the prior night’s suicide attempt, the hormonal miasma that suddenly shrouded the two women, or the tiny lives that grew within the confines of her own womb. However, the two women were becoming ever-nearer to one another, and the time for Olive to think of an interesting way to broach any of the three topics was coming to a close. The sylph was coming up short, so Olive settled for a smile and a sweet “Yes, of course. How are you, love?”