Swiftcurrent Creek every color at once in a column of light

The dark woman traipsed ever closer, just as unphased by the frigid water as she. Olive closed her eyes and tipped her head towards Amber, in what was more of a curtsy than a Olive’s customary bow.  Upon mention of stargazing Olive swung her head around, suddenly hungering for a celestial glimpse. The sun had begun to fade…and with it, all illumination. Progressively the  hot-headed star worked its way down the skyline to be replaced with the even and placid lunar body. The anticipation that dusk afforded was one of the world’s greatest drugs.

“a scholar of the stars?” Olive chimed, her voice sharp and bright in the crisp air between them. Olive had yet to come across any astronomer or astrologer who she did not want to befriend and Amber seemed to be no different. “and a mother,” she purred. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she lifted an ashen eyebrow to make joyful note of the woman’s condition. ‘Motherhood’ sat upon a very tall pedestal in Olive’s mind and she found herself unable to ignore it. To create life [to unite soul and body] was akin to magic and Olive was often left in awe of the abstractions. Oh, and how she longed to carry her lover’s children… but the creamy druid keenly remembered Ceannasach’s warning about unwelcome litters. 

“Do you map the stars?” Olive offered the question as a potential transition, incase Amber were averse to the intimate topic.