Panther Park white winter hymnal

She was carrying life. Sometimes Olive just knew things like this, even if she had not the empirical evidence to tell her so. The druid was incredibly in tune with her body and her subtle energies; it was a capability that lay latent within each wolf, but few accessed… and right then, everything about her spirit and aura whispered with life. It tingled from her belly and radiated to her toes and there was no mistaking it, though Olive had never before felt the touch of pregnancy upon her slight frame. It felt right. She felt complete. But, perhaps she was making it up; perhaps she had been driven made in the last few days of her heat. But her season had incredibly good timing, as the seclusion of their honeymoon gave them the privacy to couple again and again and again until there was no lack of certainty about Olive’s condition. 

So the lamb allowed herself to get excited and to revel in the perfectness of it all. Olive could not imagine that a relationship that was as perfect as their ever existed before. Did her mother and her father have a similar type of romance? Would they be proud of her? No doubt they would be surprised; for she seemed but a child herself! In the face of her winsome and youthful demeanor, many assumed Olive to be younger than she was… even her own parents often treated her as the baby, even though she was the second oldest. It was no matter — Olive appreciated the positive outlook that youthfulness provided and so she stuck to guns. Perhaps this should worry the child-like Olive, as she was about to undergo a very womanly transformation that was difficult for even the most experienced mother… but, for now Olive would allow the concern to roll unceremoniously from her shoulders [just as she had done with Arturo’s warning]. For now, she would sit appreciatively and luxuriate in the unadulterated bliss that was her life.

The winter had become bitter cold; with the temperatures dropping and atmospheric pressures rising astronomically. This had been wholeheartedly unexpected and when Olive’s hormones could not longer keep them warm, the couple had been forced to descend the Sunspire and seek shelter. There was a coniferous forest near the summit and the sturdiness of the trees reminded her of Ravensblood [of course, these titans lacked the signature crimson smiles of home]. The tree canopy sheltered the earth somewhat and kept the worst of the winds and snow at bay, though the air was still brisk and iced. It was here that the two kindred spirits moved their rendez-vous and Olive was happy there as she would have been anywhere. 

The scope of Olive’s world narrowed to that of a single forest, so the druid found herself exploring and moving about the confines of their wooded hotel. In the process she had come across a bush of frozen blackberries and she ate them hungrily, picking them individually off of the vine with her dexterous tongue. The taste was reminiscent of sunshine; something that had been missing from her life in abundance ever since the storm had whipped up. The delicacies were a wonderful treat and when she had freed the vines from those pesky berries, Olive turned foot to seek @Dakarai. It did not take the sylph long to locate her lover and she immediately greeted him with kisses, her pale visage [stained berry-purple] rubbing against his own. “You must be hungry, my king,” Olive suggested with a flash of humor, hinting that she had slaked her own hunger without him [and pretending that her rose-painted maw didn’t completely give it away].