The Sunspire Easy come, Easy go

Neon eyes watched as her pale form drew closer. He drew in her scent and was pleased with its earthiness, whether it was from laying on the ground or merely her own intoxicating aroma. The answer to his questions was a lovely one, as well as intriguing. "peace....I've always been taught that before peace comes great strife. That strife is what drives me Olive. I crave a home where I can grow stronger both mentally and physically. Peace is something that always seems to keep itself one step ahead of me, urging and seducing me to chase after it constantly" in a few honestly put sentences he had responded to her words and question. "You however...you are the embodiment of peace. I feel it coming off of you in waves. Beautiful intoxicating peace in a women named Olive" he said, his tone dropping lower to an almost husky level as his gaze swept over her with an almost longing look.