Gyrfalcon's Keep hippie sabotage

“A quitter? You mock yourself, surely, for there is no such thing as quitting. Our existences are the culmination of our decisions - our ‘yes’s as well as our ‘no’s.’ There is nothing but our egos to  which is right and which is wrong. There is no shame in choosing the easier path. Trust that our lives unfold exactly how they are supposed to.” The greyscale fae chirped, hoping her bright, jeweled tone would instill a sense of confidence in the boy [rather than reluctance]. Nothing could poison a mind like self doubt and Olive hoped to eradicate the weapon from Birk’s arsenal. Though, Olive figured, that feat would take more than simple words to accomplish.

Alas, she continued. “If you don’t have a grand story, you must have a grand imagination - and in that case, I ask you: what do you believe my story to be?” Olive never thought of herself as a playful wolf [there was something about spirituality that sometimes prevented her exhibiting the jocularity of others], but the pulsing energy of the full mood  gently altered her perception. “You may guess thrice… and if you guess correctly, I will share a secret with you.”