Blacktail Deer Plateau the swelling of broken violins

Totes! If you want to, feel free to start the thread at the borders. Otherwise I can start one tonight :)

"I am glad you see it that way" Olive uttered, nosing Armand and delicately encouraging him to rise. Joy was steadily growing in her heart, replacing its predecessors: uncertainty and sadness. Olive was impressed at what appeared to be a trifled change of heart. Moments before, the male was unable to see through his blinding phantasm. These lamentations Olive had attempted to dispute, but she eventually accepted them and disavowed to leave him in the throes of such a sorry state. 

This all was a moot point now, as migrating to Ravensblood Forest and seeking her beloved family had been his entirely idea. Whether his wish had been completely genuine or not did not matter, for it was the means to an end: his safety.

Following his gesture, Olive padded forward from forested meeting place in a graceful trot. A sideglance was all that she gave her place where she found Armand upon the ground, conceding the memory back to the earth. It was not only the location of Armand's grief but also Dakarai's frantic flight, and these were thoughts that the nymph rather not shoulder. Olive murmured a hushed prayer for the golden boy's new start, hoping he would find what he sought amidst the sap-strained trees of her home. "Yes, let's leave this place." Mentally mapping the most direct route to Teaghlaigh, Olive assimilated into the shadows with her new recruit in tow.