The Sentinels Mykonos

Live in the trees? Olive wished. Oh, how perfect it would be to live untethered to the earthen crust. To move amongst the atmosphere with ease. If only it could be the truth!

“Hi Witchhazel, my name is Olive” the woman replied with a grin, responding quickly as the pup metaphorically stumbled over herself. Though clumsy and comical in the way only a puppy could, she was definitely old enough to venture off on her own and assume the lightest of responsibilities that pack life could bequeathed unto her… marking the border included. It was both refreshing and inspiring to be surrounded by youth, the wolves who so often shirked the doldrums of adulthood in favor of a life in prisms of bright colors.  It was a characteristic that Olive held in very high regard, as she the weight of her own thoughts and her responsibility to the cadence of nature occasionally evoked feelings of melancholy. 

“I live in trees just as much as you do.” The sylph sung softly, wiggling her nose. “I am from Teaghlaigh, your neighbors to the east. Our packs are close friends,” Olive concluded, not sure if the girl would understand the term ‘allies.’