Gyrfalcon's Keep hippie sabotage

Ahhh sorry she got too intense lol

 
The male was uncomfortable – that much was obvious. The fae listened attentively as he struggled to visualize her past life; she did not think he would answer correctly, but she was pleased with his comparison to the gods. Olive felt herself unworthy of the title [who was she but a mortal wolf, sent to live and die and return to the earth?] but felt flattered anyways. Odin was familiar to her, though he was not a God whose litany she subscribed to.  She his power knew through the fables of strangers encountered on her journeys, but Skadi she knew naught about. The ever perceptive fae had a feeling that Birk did not wish to talk more about the Gods [as she did], and he provided a nice segue.

“All suitable guesses, for a little piece of each god resides inside us all.” Olive picked herself up on her haunches and moved in a circle around him, dancing lightly on her feet and attempting to amuse him with simple, upbeat theatrics. “Albeit, you are incorrect.”

“No gods stand in your presence, save for the magnificent heavens above. I am an unremarkable woman who led an unremarkable life.” The sylph downplayed her passions and vagabond tendencies in favor of sedated sentiments.  “I lived with my small family for most of my life, ever exploring and traversing new lands. You see, we were too small a group to hold territory and, truly… we never wanted to. I now have a new family – we live just northwest of here.” Olive spun her history with great inflection in her voice, trying not the overwhelm the lad [but unable to keep her grandiloquent ways hidden for long]. "You and I are similar, existing without the weight of an overtly macabre past... as many wolves do. We are blessed." For a quick moment, Olive's mind flitted to thoughts of Dakarai but hushed them.
 
“But, I told you that I would tell you a secret and I will not renig my promise.”