Ravensblood Forest Betrayal between the trees

Isley came close and nosed her shoulder. Isley touched and warmth followed, so Olive openly seeked her touch, pushing her ashen forehead into the red woman’s décolletage. The embrace was immensely comforting to the doe — who felt no more than a puppy at that moment — and she deeply breathed in the scent of Teaghlaigh.

Olive broke their embrace as Isley spoke of stones and traditions. Would she help her find one? “Yes, yes of course,” Olive uttered in a soft intonation, quickly offering Isley her services. Not only would gemstones be an immense relief during this time, but there was no better way to celebrate a life than the cosmic perfection of the crystal. Olive sought solace from her Rose Quartz geode [the beloved gift from Dakarai] more than once in the past few days and wanted to offer even a fraction of that repose to Furiosa’s eternal spirit; a soul removed from physicality in such a macabre, deeply-disturbing fashion. 

Yes, her and Isley would find a gemstone and the beauty would assuage all their suffering…of this, she was sure.

Why did there have to be so much sadness and suffering in the world? Was it such a cruel place as to pass this sentence unto so many wolves? Olive was truly saddened to think that so many beings on this earth experienced true pain and affliction at the hands of others. Before she knew it [and it couldn’t be helped], small crystalline tears coalesced in the corner of her eyes and wet her cheeks. Her delicate throat constricted, causing her breath to hitch raggedly in her throat. The fae could only close her eyes tightly and turn her head, embarrassed at how her emotions controlled her so keenly.