Gyrfalcon's Keep hippie sabotage

The boy was playing with her now, and she could not help but crack a smile. Perhaps sometimes she were too sober in her communions with others — Olive, as a pup, had always been sprightly and blithe thing. While she was just as blithe, she playfulness had drifted away somewhat and unabashed piety usurped the throne. Olive liked the way she was and enjoyed the way she viewed the world, the values she upheld… but, it was always nice for someone to break through the hull and glimpse the bloom underneath. The foe flashed Birk a grin and giggled once more at his musings. She conceded to him.

“Oh, fine — the least noble coward i’ve ever seen stands before me,”  and Olive’s tone conveyed that she, too, were completely jesting with him.

Birk’s previous question was retrieved from her the edifying back corner of her mind.“Yes, many.” The druid agreed with a nod of the head. “Hidden deep in the night sky is a crab, you know, the crusted creatures that live among the waves of the ocean? When the full moon falls in close proximity to this crab, a great sense of generosity and loyalty falls over the earth.  I’ve also heard of a constellation resembling two fish, names Pisces. But I’ve yet to find that image amongst the stars.”


The woman then wondered if the figure in front of knew what a grab or a fish were, having come from a place sleeted in icea. “Say, have you ever been to the ocean?” Birk was wandering the coast afterall, so it wasn’t a complete impossibility.