Gyrfalcon's Keep hippie sabotage

It's an amazing supermoon IRL tonight - so why not enjoy IC too?

Gryfalcon’s Keep was the location that best suited Olive’s needs. It was low-lying and unassuming next to the might of the Sunspire to the east, but thrust upwards [higher than the surrounding lands]. The rock was expansive and sturdy… something solid to sit heavy upon for many hours of the night. It was perfect, and close to Teaghlaigh too. Olive had yearned for this night, having had several large life experiences recently: one was joining her new family. The other was looking into the eyes of Dakarai and seeing her very soul reflected back. Love was exhilarating, yet exhausting. Yet mostly exhilarating. 

 And so she sat, hips planted firmly on the ground and head in the sky, awaiting the full moon. 

After it came, the full moon hung large and heavy in the swathes of heaven. The seraph knew the moon loved to be cradled in this part of the sky; she knew this by the energy she felt. It fell unto her in wave and whichever moonbeams missed her ricocheted back from the earth, bathing her completely. Utterly. It gave her a sensation of gentleness. She felt supported even as her physical body melted into itself and quickly evaporate upwards, upwards, ever upwards - reaching towards creation until she was one with it. The woman was everything and nothing at the same time; in complete balance, the turbulent planets lit her way.

It was strange watching the full moon alone. As such, her lifelong [but now solo] celebration lost a sense of vigor. Olive truly missed her birth family [the ones who painted her every belief upon the inside of her mind]. Experiencing this cosmic event would always be powerful...but it was truly otherworldly when received with others. It would never be diminished by being shared.  Olive tipped her head back and let her voice sing across the coast, not to call wolves forth but rather to broadcast the celestial phenomenon’s magic to the world.