The Sunspire Easy come, Easy go

It felt good when he said her name. It thrice rolled of his tongue and she craved for, yearned for, a fourth. The pale creature drew nearer to him, eyes rising to meet his own. She did not know if he was feeling the same way as her, as he kept his words guarded, reserved. But there was something about the way he said her  name…

Plus, he was asking her those metaphysical questions that she absolutely loved. This interaction had already provided such unexpected bounty in quite unexpected forms.

“Oh, I strive for peace above all.... and I have much work to do. Too much heartache exists in this world, but it doesn’t have to be this way.” Olive paused, gauging his reaction before continuing. Then she dove in her philosophy. “Spiritually, we live in a democracy. The universe did not create life in the hope that a majority would fail. We all operate on the same plane of existence... and the more we harness that energy, the more at peace we can be.” Her dark, emerald eyes flared at him.

“Doesn’t that sound… incredible?” 

She exhaled heavily, unable to think of any word more accurate. It truly was her passion and goal in life: to read the gospel of the universe and spread its light amoung all the lives she could possibly touch.

“And you, Dakarai…” Olive returned the favor, letting his name slip from her tongue. "A man does not saunter across a mountainside alone, uninhibited, without being driven by conviction. I implore you to divulge, so that I may be of assistance." She left it open-ended, a smoldering question between them. And so Olive stood near him, with her feet firmly planted on the earth and her head in the sky.