Panther Park fish in the sea of galilee

small PP on Dakarai just to keep us movin' — let me know if I should change it, Chey :)

The fae watched intently as the strange sheepdog approached quite timidly, wrinkling her fine nose at Dakarai’s blight. Olive did not know if the stranger was any kind of healer, but the leviathan directed her as if she had some caretaking knowledge — Olive vividly remembered the ice encrusted berry and knew she trusted the shaky girl despite a looming sense uncertainty. Truly, Olive did not have the luxury of a choice and knew the star-crossed lovers were lucky to find such succor. Their world was full of and endless variety of life; yet the earth had felt so very vacant since their misfortune. Coelacanth was very welcome here.

After a moment’s examination, it was silently affirmed that, yes, Dakarai’s wound required further healing and that the small, onyx lady was the one to do it. 

The pale sylph made to move towards Dakarai but was caught in a foreign, yet dainty embrace. The tenderness of the touch immediately drew Olive in and the two stood there for a sweet moment, Olive pressing her feathered neck and décolletage into Coelacanth’s dark furred shoulder; and being reminded of the comfort Dakarai’s dark embrace once gave her [albeit this one was much smaller and distinctly feminine]. The caress concluded and with an astute nod, Olive honed her focus on the dog’s lively [yet skillfull] pantomime. It was quite clear what she was expected to do, as Olive had implemented this treatment herself several times to stave off the wound’s persistent bleeding — but this was not a treatment in and of itself and she knew the snow was preparation for something else. This was where her healing skills failed and Olive was all too happy to yield to the girl’s direction, letting her take the reigns from her own ashen paws. With the instructions clearly laid out, Olive took a step towards the dark knight and motioned for him to lay down and place his crown against the permafrost [somehow, words felt so extraneous in that moment]. With that, milky paws scooped up the cool crystals and piled them, pressing it with her snout so that the ice layer flush against his skin. Olive’s pleading eyes flashed to the healer, imploring her to say she had done something right and that all would be remedied now.