Ravensblood Forest and now the papers are talking about sedition, and revolution

forgive me, fam *sneaks a second post into this round*

Success! Olive was overjoyed, but kept her repose. Only a grey smile upon her maw gave evidence to the mirth within. Of course she could trust Palisander - in fact, she should have never doubted him. He was family. In fact, the filly felt a bit remorseful of the quick assumptions she assigned Palisander and made a silent promise to herself to [from that moment forward] trust the wolves of Teaghlaigh implicitly. 

He strode in front of the gang moonstone-in-mouth, laid the stone in front of Arturo and presented it to him. Hooray! As words were said, Olive’s attention turned from Palisander to Ceannasach and her eyes searched for signs of his satisfaction. 

“We hope you like this gift,” Olive spoke in a rich alto; loud enough for all to hear, but clearly directed towards only one. Then, she sat back.