Hushed Willows tonight, i'm gonna have myself a real good time [YULE]

It was not too long before others arrived, and Olive made quite a good time of watching each new face and inhaling every new scent that arrived. Lily had done an incredible job spreading word to the other packs and encouraging them to show face. This was the entire point of Elysium, to spread healing and good vibes throughout the land, was it not? It was simply exquisite to watch ones’ dreams and hard work come to fruition right before ones’ eyes, but here it was — supported not only by she and Seabreeze, but by Lily and Delight and Khali and the Morningside wolves and the various different packs that dotted these surrounding lands. They had all rallied behind a cause, which was Yule of course, but it really felt like they were all rallying around her.

Lovely Lily began to sing, a wonderful song of bliss and cheer. Olive was not much a singer but she waited for the chorus repeat once, twice and three times before her own voice, soft and lilting, was added to the coterie.

Sing, all! Yule is nigh!
Dance, all! The moon is high!
Love will never die!
Our stories live forever!

Then, it very much seemed that everyone broke off into small groups and proceeded with their own conversations. For a moment, Olive was left out of any of those aforementioned groups [as Olive often was]. This, Olive was okay with — she teetered somewhere on the edge of introvert and extrovert and often this manifested as a quiet shyness — but at least she was there, and she loved being there and experiencing all the wonderful things this fête had to offer. Didn’t mean she had to corner anyone and force a conversation in order for that to happen.

— but then, Olive caught an interesting sight. Treason, whom Olive knew from her time in Sunspire. They had not parted on the world’s best of terms, but the relationship between her and Rannoch and not soured. She and Treason had never been friends, and for that reason, Olive was not eager to interact with her. The willowed sylph began to turn her head, eyes searching for the sight of her beloved — to both warn her of Treason’s appearance and to seek comfort by her side — but saw that Seabreeze was already being entertained by the likes of @Delight and @Terence.

Perhaps it was all innocent, and she was just friends with Delight and Terence was only here to see his kids, but Olive felt a flash of who-knows-what flare up in her gut. She was not a dominant being [if fact, her very soul repelled the idea of hierarchy and competition, thus Elysium’s rank structure], oh but Olive wanted to make her claim known! The pale woman stood up, which was quite sudden considering she had been relatively inert until this moment, and snaked her way over to the cluster of wolves.

Olive nudged Eleuthera, who was always hesitant to socialize [like mother, like daughter], and sent her down the same path as @Lily and Seamus, bless that woman. Then Olive pulled up alongside Seabreeze, overtly pressing into her in a way that spoke this is my woman and smiled. “Hello Delight,” Olive greeted the smokey wolf before turning to the aphotic, scarred man who once called Seabreeze his own. “Terence, welcome back to Elysium.” Elysium was the concept that Olive had fractured his and Seabreeze’s family over. Did he hate her for it? While this was not the man’s first visit to the willows, but Olive clenched her jaw as she searched Terence’s face for any indication of resentment — or possession. Then she just continued to be virtually tied to her wife’s side, smiling like a fool and tried to look particularly inviting.

When the large woman agreed to let him sit he did so, his large frame lowering gracefully till he was sitting tall. She seemed nice enough, willing to introduce herself and give him her time and company.

He sat silently, looking out at the wolves and sniffing lightly when one walked close. The were many smells, but Treason's was the one he felt most comfortable with. Lost Creek was close to Easthollow, and while he had never met them he knew that both of the packs were on relatively good terms and trusted that it's members knew how to respect all the same.

He gave a deep hum in agreement to the wolf. "I've never been to a celebration this large before. I'd be lying if I said the many packs were a bit overwhelming." He fell silent, glancing to her out of the corner of his eye but never turning to meet her face. He found it wouldn't be much of a conversation if they talked about the party both of them were hiding from. "Tell me about your pack, i'm quite curious." he chuckled.

Greyback listened as the Lost Creek Hollow wolf told him about their pack. It was interesting to think about a pack moving, he couldn't imagine Easthollow leaving their beloved stones—they had wolves buried there, and deep rooted history connecting the heart of the pack. He thought about asking why they did such a thing but didn't want to come off as too prying. "Interesting," he replied before turning to look at her once more. He had no idea she led a pack, but it did make sense due to her stature. What was even more surprising was that Bearclaw had joined them. Several of Valette's family members resided there.

"I knew a few wolves from Bearclaw. They were quite kind," he added "I'm glad to see that their hospitality has spread to Lost Creek." He gave her a smile and a chuckle. Treason was an alright wolf. But his mood soured a bit at the mention of Aerasha. Greyback was a bit weary around his pack mate, and the thought of her representing the pack to another wolf made him inwardly flinch. "I'm sorry if she has said anything out of line. Aerasha is a kind soul— she means well but is a bit..." He fell silent, searching for words. "Unique." he stated flatly.

Greyback gazed out at the body of wolves, eyes searching each member till ge noticed Valette was no where in sight. He had lost track of her while off conversing with another wolf. Perhaps he should go look for her, but did want to give Treason the wrong impression. "Im sorry to cut our conversation so short, Miss Treason but I must go look for Valette," He stood up from where he was the padded downwards onto the level ground. "I hope your pack continues to do well, Easthollow will always welcome you all." he promised, turning to look at her from over his shoulder before disappearing into the mass of bodies.