Gyrfalcon's Keep hippie sabotage

I’m going to start wrapping this up, feel free to reply and archive :) Thank you for the fun thread, let’s definitely have another! 

Olive’s mouth fell open as a response to her own naiveté. The lamb had been unable to decipher his riddle, yet the answer seemed so clear when revealed! Ice!  She grasped and tripped over several words before finally clamping her jaws shut and lilted her head in a gesture that read ‘oh, wow.’ To be fair, the druid had limited experience with the sea and sea ice [though her experience living amongst coastal folk was bridging this earthly knowledge gap]. Her family was indeed nomadic and Olive did not truly know where she was born, but it was clear that she were built for beautiful, warm, tepid environments. She was slight of frame and walked upon four twig-like legs and . The soft, milky pelt which draped her form provided decent warmth, but would be described more feathery than plush. Olive was built to be nimble and to move and to travel; but no, she was not a winter wolf.

“If that’s the case, I implore you to stay away from the coast over there,” A flick of her maw showed Birk in which direction the coastline lay. “There’s nothing but seaside cliffs for your to bump your head on.” A small laughed chimed between her words. It was nice being able to enjoy lightheartedness and relaxation such as this, without the piety that a full moon often afforded. 

Though Olive was having fun with Birk, she found herself becoming tired in the late hour. “I must get back, for I do believe the moon has had enough of me for one night.” She regarded Birk closely and then nodded her head, as if agreeing to a unasked question. “Should you ever seek a family, I know mine would be open to you.” Olive smiled once more, dashed her tongue across her friend’s cheek in an affectionate adieu and then began her descent down the rocky slope of the Keep back towards Ravensblood Forest.