Chimera Fields slow burn

The woman might have been surprised, but she was friendly anyways so the sylph surged forward and planted her narrows hips firmly upon the ground just a few feet away. Olive had been so thirsty for friendship, after spending all that time that alone and sullen and hoping to die, and she now she appreciative that this stranger had the same penchant for sisterhood as she.

She appreciated brotherhood too, of course, but Olive found her relationships with women to be far more authentic than her relationships with men. She didn’t know what to make of that, either.

The woman, leaning so easily upon the tree, mentioned the stars and Olive’s eye brightened just a little bit more, her ears pushed higher upon her crown and if Olive’s mien could appear any more piqued, then it did at that moment. “You stargaze?” she chirped, ultimately pleased with this learning. It was always such a simple pleasure, to indulge in her love for the stars with others! She used to entertain the belief that all astronomers [or anyone who simply held fascination about them] held a certain kinship, even if they had never met before — that idea had since been proved wrong [her and Charon had never been anything but acquaintances, after all], but there was hope yet and this time, hope came in the shape of a pale wolfess, pushed up against a nighttime arbor.