Ravensblood Forest and now the papers are talking about sedition, and revolution
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Arturo matter-of-factly determined to keep their pact with Donnelaith simple and Olive nodded in agreement. It wasn’t the decision she was hoping for, but Ceannasach’s word was law and Olive was remiss to challenge their leader. He then announced the next order of business: Isley was to present several of her healing herbs to the family, for the purpose of learning the basics of the art. Olive was not a healer and had no innate desire to be, as her abilities leaned more towards the metaphysical and spiritual. Purity and cleansing was less of an immediate earthly need than physical pain relief and the ability to fight infections - but important all the same. 

Olive turned a keen ear towards Isley and listened intently; it was an unintentionally consequential act, for Olive would need these skills to aid a certain dark warrior that would soon appear on their doorstep. When Isley’s demonstration concluded and she returned to her position, Olive took mental stock of the plants she presented: marigold, chervile and tormentile. They grey woman recognized marigold and tormentile, but chervil was new to her. 

“For the healing of injuries - are the plants to be ingested or applied as a poultice directly to the wound?” Olive purled, genuinely curious and unsure of the answer.

When a momentary silence eventually fell over the family, Olive noisily shifted her body in the hope of nonchalantly attracting Palisander’s attention. Olive had not forgotten her and Palisander’s premeditated deal. He was to watch over the moonstone with the purpose of a scholar, learning the healthful properties of the earth’s milky treasure. His duty was to study the moonstone and chaperon the it to the next family meeting - the meeting that they were currently attending. The sylph’s forest-hued gaze was palpable on the male, mutely communicating that he better have brought the stone and that this was a prime opportunity to present it to Ceannasach.  Olive spoke naught [preferring for the male to disclose the moonstone to the family] in order to protect herself from embarrassment should he had broken their agreement and cached the gemstone for his own.
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams

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RE: and now the papers are talking about sedition, and revolution - by Olive - November 26, 2016, 02:38 PM