Ravensblood Forest Betrayal between the trees

What was there to learn from this situation? A cant of her milky visage signaled a pensive curiosity; curiosity about Isley’s experience of this depravity. Olive had been raised to believe that death was nothing more than soul leaving body and returning to the ethereal heavens — but she had also been raised to believe in a type of cosmic karma, and Furiosa’s death had been murder, cold-blooded. The jaundiced energies of the earth sat stagnant in the wake of such negativity and the nonmovement sickened her. No, there was nothing good….there was nothing to learn from this. It did, however, open Olive’s eyes to the evils of the world… and she was horrified.

Olive continued to ruminate of Isley’s prognosis and realized that, well, she did learn one thing from this: the strength of family. To hurt, to feel this deeply — it was something quite beautiful. It was a sense of true, familial love that bound her to the firekissed woman, the masked coywolf, that spiced, young heir. Love that couldn't be faked and couldn’t be bought. Her capacity to love such a mortal, tangible experience left her in a sort of wonder. Perhaps there was good tied in with the bad after all.

Throughly confused by the clash inside her mind, Olive backpedaled a step and directed her attention to needed gemstone cairn. Truthfully, she had found no crystals since her fated moonstone communion and was unsure she could find one at the very moment, nonetheless the best one. Though, Dakarai had come across the jagged rose quartz in Ravensblood Forest - so there had to be something here. This was good, for Olive knew how to listen to the whispers of the earth and speak its tongue… and, the universe had a way to bringing you the things you wanted when you accepted it powers and opened yourself to its mercy. So, Olive stayed hopeful. 

And if they did not find anything, at least she had spent time with dear Isley rather than wallowing, alone in her despair.  A thick exhale huffed from Olive’s black nose in agreeance and she turned away from Isley, faced to skirt the edges of Teaghlaigh’s borders. She wanted to find the place where the sap-stained titans melted away into the crusted, rocky outcrop that was Gyrfalcon’s Keep. The ground there was solid and crumbling, both great conditions for the formation of crystals. 

“I agree. Perhaps we survey the borders that flank Gyrfalcon’s Keep? I would take us elsewhere, but I… I don’t want to leave the Forest.”