Chimera Fields slow burn

Olive nodded as the woman, Forrest, adjusted herself again the tree and spoke of the yin and yang of life. The druid could not have agreed more than with any statement Forrest might have said, for she believed the same thing — that the sweet parts of life were so sweet only because true despair existed, too. True, innate goodness did not exist; not even within herself.  It helped her not to take advantage or remain oblivious to her situations, easily recognizing the good times when they were happening. That had never one of her faults.

The druid allows the conversation to flow on easily to the next subject [and then the next subject after that], not convinced she wanted to discuss the duality of man at that moment — not when the stars shined so brightly, and the night was so beautiful! How could anything else matter, other than this? “Oh, the seven sisters?” she suggested knowingly, recognizing the name of the constellation immediately. The astronomer knew it well, and considered the astrological force to be something of her patron. 

“It’s so bright, you can see it from almost anywhere. I’ve heard wolves from very, very far away know The Pleiades.”

Olive lifted her inquisitive, lively gaze to search the sky for the telltale cluster of stars. She read the stars as if it was a map — everything static and its place, even though they moved constantly as the earth pirouetted beneath their paws. When Olive found it, she tightened her eyelids to look more closely, and then let out an “oh!” when she realized this was indeed it. “yes, you can! Look…” Olive lifted a pointed paw and drew it into her chest, as a bloodhound might when it caught a scent. Yes, she had caught the celestial scent, and it was intoxicating to her! “Those three stars are Orion’s Belt — which is next to Taurus, the bull — and then, right there. Pleiades. ” she explained, guiding Forrest’s attention with a twist of her charcoal-tipped nose.

Flitting back to the previous topic, Olive turned to look at the woman and asked sweetly, but abruptly “What are you children’s names?”